“Steady, Rocky,” he said, getting her back on her feet.
“Oh my god. So sorry. You played well.”
“Well?” Alex grinned at the faint praise, wondering just how far he’d go for a real compliment from Zoe. “That was the best we’ve played in forever.”
“Your tempo shifts.”
“You can hear that?”
Zoe pointed down to her feet. “I feel it. I just haven’t decided which of you is racing.”
Alex mimicked a dagger going through his heart. “I’m hurt, Rocky.”
“I might need to watch a couple more shows to decide,” she said.
“Well, I look forward to proving to you it isn’t me.”