The guys went to the food truck, leaving the three of us at the two nearby tables.
“That guy was crazy,” starts Kate, sitting down next to me. She looks completely fine, like nothing happened at all.
“Yeah,” I agree, looking down on my hands.
“You know that he would have break your legs,” Kate tells me, sensing my unease.
“I know,” I reply, raising my head, looking at Jordan ordering.
“You surprised me. I didn’t expect you to go out of your kart to help me.”
“I wasn’t thinking.” I acted on the spot, not realizing it could have been dangerous to be on foot between the bumper cars, which were still going around.
“Anyway, thanks.”
“Anyone would have done the same.” I look back at my hands, still not wanting to meet her gaze.
“No, actually.”
I finally turn to her. She looks away from
