Sitting awkwardly on the floor, Zoe Pierce managed a greeting. Miles Sherman heard her without any change in his expression, simply nodding and saying, "Hello."
'So formal, so stiff.'
'I don't even know what to say next.'
Miles Sherman walked over from the doorway and extended his hand. Taken aback by the gesture, Zoe Pierce placed her hand in his. Miles pulled her to her feet and guided her to a plush chair on the side.
Zoe Pierce looked even more of a mess now than any time he had seen her before.
Sweat soaked her dark hair, and large beads of it dripped down her cheeks and forehead. Her sticky, sweat-drenched clothes clung to her body.
From the excessive training, her fair cheeks were flushed the color of rouge. Her small mouth was a deep red as she gasped for air like a fish out of water.
It was clear she had been training hard for a long time. So much so that in the few steps he had taken while helping her, she had put almost all of her weight on him.
