You float above the salesman on a string feeling the other balloons gently nudge you in the wind from time to time.
A voice drawns your attention downward and there is a blond boy and his friend talking to the balloon man. "I'll take that one." says the blond pointing up to you. He is wearing a striped polo shirt and a white undershirt, his grey shorts have cargo pockets and his footwear of choice today is a pair of black sandals. Looks like he just stepped out of the hip young 20s clothing store of the month catalog. He probably shares clothes with his friend because they are dressed in the same style.
"An excellent choice. I just got that one this morning. Here you are." He hands the string to the boy.
Walking away the two boys continue to peruse the pleasures that Pleasure Island offers them. Eventually the blond says "I gotta take a leak. Be right back." and leaves his friend standing on the wooden planked path between snack vendors and ride entrances.
The noise dies down as the blond boy enters the bathroom and finds himself an empty stall. He kicks the seat up and unzips his pants.
Alone at last you decide now is the time to make your move, to spread the fun you have been feeling since you became a balloon.