"I want a helium balloon," Recci whines.
The whole group stared at her.
"Come on Recci... Are you still a kid?" one of her friends added.
"But... I just want one...," Recci frowns.
The group continues chatting about something else. Oblivious to the others, Recci noticed another group of amateurs chatting happily and loudly. They were all holding strings of helium balloons. Recci slumps back into her seat, watching them. The group started cheering and encoring about something, which slowly fades into small chuckles and laugher.
Recci notices a red helium balloon, motionlessly floating across the ceiling of the hall.
It most probably had escaped from the group of amateurs she had observed earlier on.
It most probably had escaped from the group of amateurs she had observed earlier on.
And, now, she kept eyeing on it.
"I want...," Recci points hopelessly at the floating balloon. Sitting up-straight in her seat, but she was too weak to move.
But her friends seemed oblivious to Recci's wants.
On the other end of the table, Kenny watched on. He looks like he was thinking of something.
Out of nowhere, Kenny stood up from his seat and manage to grab onto the ends of the broken balloon string. He did it with ease, and he thoughtlessly gave the red balloon to Recci.
Recci smile with joy!
"Thank you!" Was all she could say, and nothing else could replace her heart filled with internal bliss!
She held onto the balloon, tugging onto the string as if it were a flying kite.
And she felt something. The undescribable feeling of something in her heart. Something that is itching and crying inside of her, but it was a good feeling.
It's either because of the balloon. Or him.
And the best part is, no one knows.
