Zen only notices the breath he’s been holding once he lets it go. That’s a Wisteria exclusive feature, not the sort of thing normal people with normal lives think about. She’s excited about some weird townie thing, not worrying about whether kissing him long term is a good personal investment. Kiki says there’s hot cider, if that changes your mind. He blinks, once, twice, and thanks every saint and martyr that he’s not Raj Shenezard, patron saint of performing dramatic gestures with 5G. SHIRAYUKI, the notif tells him, followed by, if that changes your mind. He grips it in his hand, glaring down as he flips to the screen.
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If he was smart, he’d just throw the thing out of the window, give himself a good day and change free of brotherly meddling before his new leash arrived, rush shipped. Probably just Izana, needling him with some more parting one more things and just fyis. Zen frowns down at where it sits, screen laying flat against the leather. His phone buzzes, jolting him back to the present. Shirayuki’s like no one either of them have ever met, and if she thinks Zen’s good enough for her, then who is his brother, who is anyone to say they know better. So he can stuff it with all this what’s best stuff. That girl, he’d said, mouth all worried, she’s a surprising one. He’d as good as admitted it when they were in San Juan. His brother can go on thinking he knows everything about anything– and sure, he might even be right– but he doesn’t know a damn thing about Shirayuki.
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Miss him with the whole ‘calling his friends allies’ portion of the MBA, thanks. Izana could make a pivot table in his sleep, but Zen would take struggling through a YouTube tutorial over having every single interpersonal interaction turn into a game of chess any day. Comes with the territory when you replace human feeling with excel sheets. “What does he know about what’s best?”Įverything, in Izana’s opinion.
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“What’s best,” Zen mutters into the collar of his jacket. The bastard smiled as he said it too, like he knew it would just add to the sting. Not when he’s so fresh off the Wisteria compound, topped off on his brother’s horseshit. He should have asked for it today time is the last thing he needs right now, right up there with space and peace of mind. Zen slouches down the leather upholstery, feet kicked up on the bottom edge of the divider. Two hours and change was as much driving as he was willing to tolerate– if he wanted to go to the city, he could just ask Izana for the plane. That’s what Zen’s heard, at least he’s never bothered to go past the signs for Six Flags. It turns back into four further on, once it runs out of backwater to cut through and makes it into New York.
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The highway’s long since given way to two-lane roads by the time the limo finally curves around Clarines’ exit.