Nina
I didn’t want to admit it, but I was relieved that Enzo was here. I accepted his offer to drive me home and followed him out to the police station parking lot.
As we walked out to the parking lot, my stomach audibly growled. I had forgotten how hungry I was due to the fight, but now that my adrenaline was calming down I realized that I was starving. Enzo must have heard it, too, because he looked down at me with a frown.
“Sorry,” I said, blushing. “I didn’t eat lunch today.”
Enzo stopped in his tracks and frowned even deeper. “Why not?”
I shrugged. “I was busy,” I replied.
Wordlessly, Enzo handed me his spare helmet and climbed onto the motorcycle. He gestured for me to get on behind him, and once I was situated, he started the bike and pulled out of the parking lot.
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