Chapter 309


    Chapter 309 Sharpshooter


    Life had been a whirlwindtely, so I just had not had the chance to hang out with Sweety.


    After saying hi, I wheeled Charlie through the Riverside Night Market, where the night buzzed with life


    andughter. I was a bit worried the crowds might bum Charlie out since he was in his wheelchair.


    Even though he was tall enough to be at eye level with some of the shorter folks while sitting down,


    getting around was not easy for him.


    In addition, he was the kind of good–looking that turned heads, and sure enough, people kept sneaking


    peeks at him, some even trying to snap secret photos. He seemed not to like that much, often dodging


    the camera’s eye.


    The street was alive with vendors selli


    all sorts of goodies.


    I was loving the vibe and asked, “Are you hungry? Have you seen anything fun you want to try?


    ”


    –


    He shook his head, his expression unreadable. Although he did not look upset, I guessed he was okay.


    We stopped by a shooting game. Charlie peered curiously, “What’s this about?”


    “Oh, that?” I pointed. “Pop eight balloons for ten bucks, and you can pick any stuffed animal. from that


    mountain of fluff over there to take home.”


    He nodded, giving me a sideways nce, “See anything you like?”


    I paused, then caught on that he meant the toys. I looked over and grinned, “That Strawberry Bear’s


    pretty cute. Wanna give it a shot?”


    He was silent. The boss, noticing we were hanging around, was super weing and had already


    passed a toy gun to Charlie with a grin. “Try your luck, dude. Win a toy to make your girl’s day.”


    Charlie grabbed the gun and flipped it around with one hand, his moves as smooth as a pro. Before we


    could even blink, the sound of balloons popping filled the air–pop, pop, pop.


    The boss’s wall of balloons had a big gap all of a sudden, and he looked totally taken aback. He must


    not have expected Charlie to be a dead shot. His expression went from shock to worry in a sh.


    It made sense. These game stalls were scared stiff of running into a hotshot. It was like asking for


    trouble.


    Smiling, I kept my surprise in check and said to Charlie, “Wow, you’re like a sharpshooter. Have you


    ever done this before?”


    He did not answer. Instead, he looked up at me and asked, “Did you ever try shooting?”


    I shook my head. “Nope.”


    The next thing I knew, he had grabbed my wrist, pulled me over, and my hand was on the gun, aimed


    at the target. I am not sure how he did it, but he guided my finger to press the trigger a few times, and


    just like that, thest few balloons on the wall went kaboom.


    The boss, trying to keep his cool, said with a strained smile, “You two are quite the marksmen.


    Wanna keep going?”


    Charlie did not say a word. Instead, he turned to me, “Are you up for more?”


    I shrugged with aid–back smile. “Sure, if you’re down, so am I.”


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    He quirked an eyebrow. “Not into shooting?”


    I told him. “Most girls aren’t, but it’s fine. You’re good at it, and it’s kinda fun to watch.” He gave me a


    small smile, returned the gun to the boss, and said, “I’ll take the red bear.” As he spoke, he casually


    slipped a bill to the boss.


    With a relieved look, the shopkeeper handed me the Strawberry Bear, then took the money and started


    to give me change. Charlie spoke up in a low voice as he did, “Keep the change.” I quickly grabbed the


    change from the shopkeeper before he could react and said with a smile, “Thanks!” I shoved the


    Strawberry Bear into Charlie’s arms and nudged him out the door. Charlie looked at me, puzzled.


    I pressed the money back into his hand and sighed. “I get that you’re loaded, but could you try to y


    by the rules of us regr folks? You can’t just toss money around like that. Do you have any idea how


    much stuff this money could get? Let’s not waste it, okay?”


    He chuckled, “Is there something you want to buy?”


    I was about to say no when he returned the money to me. Realizing he would not take it, I said, “Just


    hang out here for a second.” I guided him to a table in the rest area and, making sure he was holding


    the Strawberry Bear, I added, “I’ll be back in a sh. Keep Strawberry Bear forpany and stay put,


    alright?”