Zoe's POV
"Brandon, can you drop me off—"
"Zoe, I'm afraid I—"
We both stopped.
Our voices collided mid-air, tangling into each other like we had both been waiting for the exact same second to speak.
He had just turned slightly toward me when I started talking, completely unaware he had something to say too.
A small, awkward pause settled between us.
"Sorry… you go first," I said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
"No, you first," he insisted, softer this time.
I hesitated a second. My shoulders dropped a little as I gathered my thoughts.
"Okay…" I exhaled. "I was wondering if you could drop me off at Ashley's. She needs me."
His brows furrowed immediately. "I thought you said your legs were hurting. Aren't you supposed to be resting?"
I nodded faintly. "Yes… But she needs me. I can always rest over there."
He didn't look convinced. There was something in his eyes—concern, maybe? Or hesitation.
