Blurb with Hector and Volumnia
Max is there too, I guess.
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All eyes are on them when Hector pulls up at the curb of the nightclub. Perhaps it is the bike, or perhaps, it is the passenger that sits behind him.
Volumnia is quite sure it is the latter. Although she wouldn’t deny that the acceleration on that bike was impressive - even if she was no expert on them.
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“It was alright?” he asks, taking the spare helmet back from her. It is impressive how he could ignore the blatant staring sent his way by many, especially from Maximinius.
Smugness grew as she saw the irritation on the Ravinstill heir’s face. “It was adequate.” Was he jealous that Hector had driven her here? Knowing the man, it was more than likely that that was the case.
Hector threw his head back and laughed, knowing it is the closest to a glowing compliment in her books. “A relief that I won’t have to arrange for a taxi to take you home as compensation.”
Had she been another, Volumnia might have gawked at the straightforward way that he says it. That he’s even considered an alternative way for her to get home had she despised his driving.
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Assumptions are what made humans what they were. But they were also short-cuts. Laziness.
Loathe as she was to admit it, she would admit that she wasn’t free from such. But whereas Maximinius’ assumptions often irked her, Hector’s often kept her on her toes. One day, she vows, she will figure out the puzzle that the Dovecote heir was.
