Chapter Twenty One
“You were excellent” said Grace. She was riding the bike with one hand on the handle as the other, with its fingers stretched, ran loosely through her hair. “I’ll be honest. You are excellent in midfield.” said Jace. The sky was turning a crimson red and he could see the dark clouds forming. “It’s going to rain. Can’t this thing go any faster?” “No. This is the fastest. If the wind blows in the right direction…” started Grace. “Really? You’re expecting the wind to save us from drenching?” “I kinda was. But I guess that’s too much to hope for.” “It certainly is.” said Jace. “Listen, thank you for introducing me to those guys back there. I had a great time.” “No problem.” she said. “Also, they really like you. So, if you ever need a help with anything, you can a
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