I punch him in the arm playfully and slip my credit card in my back pocket. I feel something in my stomach and stop midstep, setting my hand atop it. "Oh god."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they. — TheMythMaster