Chase Shaw felt something was off about Zoe Pierce.
But Zoe Pierce was certain her glands were fine, and she had a suppression patch on the back of her neck, so he had no excuse.
So he could only chalk it up to exhaustion. She hadn't gotten any rest and had been dragged out to train; that must be why she was acting this way.
"I'll take you back." After storing the mecha in its Space Button, Chase Shaw hung it around Zoe Pierce's neck. It never even occurred to him that she might not want it.
After all, she had just agreed.
The Space Button was as light as a piece of jewelry, but hanging around Zoe Pierce's neck now, it felt like a heavy stone.
Chase Shaw had already taken out his helmet, put it on, and was waiting for her.
Zoe Pierce licked her dry lips and walked over.
Chase Shaw was already on the motorcycle. His broad back exuded a reassuring strength. Zoe Pierce put on her helmet and sat down behind him.
