“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.”