“There she is – have a seat champ!” Ji-hye motioned to an open chair next to her at the cafe table. Jean took a sip of a posh-looking beverage, his attention fixed elsewhere.
“Heh,” muttered Max as she sat with her friends. “Thanks.”
“So did you get your test scores back?”
“Yeah,” said Max, letting her head fall dramatically to the table’s surface. “Bombed this one too. My mom’s gonna kill me.” She took a deep, exaggerated breath. “This is all such bullshit.”
“Eh, we had a good run,” spoke Jean, his gaze still averted. “Though it wouldn’t hurt for our second gunner to run a few more practice laps.”
“Shut up Jean,” said Ji, giving him a forceful shove.
Max picked up her head. “Where is Pace?”
“M.I.A. since that last race,” answered Ji. “He’s probably just as pissed as we are and needs his space.”
“Yeah… probably.” She sighed. She briefly glanced out the window to a screen displaying a now-familiar countdown clock.
“What do you think that’s about?”