Nathan Lockwood gave Zoe Pierce a deep look and, under her piercing gaze, said, "No."
Zoe Pierce froze for a second, then immediately shot Nathan Lockwood a look of disbelief. "You promised."
âHeâs still denying it, even now?â
Nathan Lockwood said, "What I said was: make a deal."
"You cooperate with us to complete the league, and Iâll give you news about Damien Pierce."
He had never actually had to criticize her.
Zoe Pierce almost laughed out of sheer anger. âSo now heâs twisting the truth.â
As if sensing her skepticism, Nathan Lockwood added, "Youâve always performed exceptionally well."
âWe were the ones who schemed.â
"But now, you donât have to be so perfect," Nathan Lockwood said suddenly, his eyes on Zoe Pierce. "You can rely on us sometimes."
Zoe Pierce slowed her pace. "Is that right?"
Nathan Lockwood closed the small distance between their shoulders. "It doesnât matter who it isâany of us. As long as they can make you happy, thatâs all that matters."
"Arenât I your girlfriend now?" Zoe Pierce lowered her voice, her eyes drifting to the nearby street vendors. "Why are you trying to push me off on someone else?"
A stand with some nice carvings caught Nathan Lockwoodâs eye, and he steered Zoe Pierce in that direction. "Because we all want you to love yourself first, before you love anyone else."
He understood her desperation, how she clung to them like pieces of driftwood.
He also understood the relentless drive that kept her pushing forward, never stopping to rest.
His heart ached for her, yet he also loved and respected her deeply.
"It doesnât matter who is by your side. All that matters is that when you want to stop, you can."
âShe was already more than good enough.â
But a personâs heart isnât driftwood, and no one is an island.
She was human, too. And in the matter of Damien Pierce, she had already shown more than enough vulnerability.
They couldnât bear to see it happen a second time.
Zoe Pierce picked up a small wooden carving. It was a figurine of a little boy dressed in a distinctive outfit woven from straw. Her fingers traced the smooth wood as she suddenly asked, "Nathan Lockwood, how about I give you this little guy as a gift?"
Seeing the figurine Zoe Pierce held, the stall owner said with a wide grin, "Thatâs one of a pair. The other oneâs right here."
He pointed to a wooden figurine of a little girl, gesturing to Nathan Lockwood.
Nathan Lockwood picked up the other figurine the owner had mentioned. "Great. Weâll take both."
He didnât try to pay for Zoe Pierceâs figurine. Instead, Zoe paid for the little boy, and he paid for the little girl.
Only, when it was time to take them, he silently took the little boy figurine for himself.
Zoe Pierce, in turn, took the other one and placed it in her Space Button.
She had been planning to look a bit more, but seeing that Nathan Lockwood was already preparing to leave the stall, she said, "I just saw another carving that was really unique..."
"I donât want the gifts you get for them to be the same as mine." Nathan Lockwoodâs words immediately silenced her.
It was broad daylight. They hadnât even held hands. There hadnât been a single intimate gesture between them. And yet, Zoe Pierce felt it.
His possessiveness, and a sense of intimacy that belonged only to him.
âA gift meant only for the two of them.â
She followed behind Nathan Lockwood, her eyes fixed on his back.
It wasnât broad and sturdy like Chase Shawâs, nor sprightly like Erin Xavierâs, nor was it steady and composed like Miles Shermanâs.
His was straight and tall, like green bamboo. The image of his calm eyes was etched into her mind, stroke by stroke.
Her heart suddenly began to race. A strange heat bloomed from her earlobes and spread across her cheeks. It was hot.
She reached out her hand and, with surprising accuracy, caught his fingers.
"Nathan Lockwood, can you slow down a little?"
She was only holding his index and middle fingers, yet she felt her own fingertips begin to burn.
His fingers twitched, and she flinched involuntarily.
But in the next instant, his hand closed firmly around hers. Zoe Pierce froze, watching as Nathan Lockwood turned to face her completely. "Zoe Pierce, are you trying to drive me insane?"
Zoe Pierce: "..."
âShe wasnât.â
She instinctively tried to pull away. âMaybe he misunderstood because I grabbed his hand.â
But Nathan Lockwoodâs grip was too tight. So tight that Zoe Pierce couldnât break free, and she could feel the sheer force in his grasp.
He pulled her into a quick walk, leading her into a dim alley. Outside, the street still bustled with the clamor of crowds and vendors.
Here, however, they were shrouded in shadow, with only a few stray beams of light illuminating the walls.
They moved farther and farther from the crowd, heading toward the very end of the alley.
"Nathan Lockwood..."
The moment she said his name, Nathan Lockwood stopped. He pressed her against the wall, but instead of kissing her, he rested his head on her shoulder, their fingers still tightly laced together.
"Zoe Pierce, are you doing this on purpose?"
His voice even curled up at the end. "You know full well we shouldnât be holding hands out in public."
Zoe knew they shouldnât. There were too many people, too many prying eyes. But strictly speaking, all sheâd done was tug on his hand to get him to slow down.
It was Nathan Lockwood who had grabbed her hand properly and refused to let go.
Just as she was thinking this, Nathan Lockwood released her hand, only to wrap his arms around her instead. Her own hands instinctively clutched at his shirt.
"Youâre really going to drive me crazy," Nathan Lockwood murmured, a wave of intense regret washing over him.
He wanted her all to himself. He wanted to hold her hand and embrace her in public, without hiding. He wanted to make more memories with her.
So much for his calmness and self-control.
Zoe Pierceâs face was buried in his chest. She didnât know what to say. But in this moment, she found herself craving an embrace just like this one.
A quiet embrace, hidden away from the world.
*
In the end, the two of them bought two handmade crafts for Miles Shermanâs younger siblings.
In this age of advanced technology, it was easy to mass-produce standardized goods. But handmade items were unique, possessing a natural charm that was recognizable at a single glance.
A distance of nearly half a meter once again separated Nathan Lockwoodâs and Zoe Pierceâs shoulders.
As he watched Zoe Pierce walk to her door, Nathan Lockwoodâs throat bobbed. "Iâll give the gifts to Miles and the others. Get some rest."
This wasnât the Starship. Here in the hotel, there were other teachers besides them.
Zoe Pierce rested her hand on the door and whispered, "Okay."
âShe couldnât possibly invite Nathan Lockwood in.â
âAnd Nathan Lockwood wouldnât come in either.â
"Close the door." He paused. "Check your Intelligent Brain."
Zoe hummed in acknowledgment and closed the door.
Leaning against the door, she had a sudden moment of understanding, as if she finally grasped what her college roommateâs relationships had been like.
The boy would walk her to the entrance of her dorm, and even though theyâd see each other the very next day, even though there were countless ways to communicate, she would still turn back for one last look after going inside.
To see his retreating back, or the smile on his face.
She had never understood it before. She had always been too busy struggling with her reality, with no time at all to fall into that kind of romance.
But now, for the very first time, she was experiencing that feeling for herself.
Her reality was still just as harsh, still demanding her constant effort.
The only difference was, now, there were people so clearly expressing how much they needed her.
An urgent, almost pathological need for her.
And she, in turn, was like someone drinking poison to quench their thirstâdesperate, yet deeply unsettled.
In that moment, Zoe Pierce became keenly, soberingly aware of a flaw in her own character. She wanted someone... She didnât want to be thrown away again...