Zaeryn did not wait for her to say anything else, and he turned on his heel and started toward the vehicle lot with his hands buried in his pockets, walking at the kind of unhurried pace that made it perfectly clear he had already decided this conversation was finished.
"Where do you think you're going?" Leia called after him.
He glanced back over his shoulder without breaking stride. "Where do you think I'm going? You're the one who told me we were going to your house, so let's go."
Her expression hardened into something cold and immovable. "Not yet. There's something I need to take care of first."
He came to a stop and turned to face her fully, regarding her with the patience of a man who had learned long ago that arguing with Leia only ever fed her. "Fine. I'll be waiting on the bench. Try to be quick about it."
Leia spun and walked off in the opposite direction, and he watched her go for exactly one second before he turned back toward the lot and kept moving.
