The hours passed by quickly, the day giving way to darkness as the sun began to set, casting the lands in shadows.
After two long, enlightening hours, the discussion about ice cream had finally ended, each topic about the frozen dessert fully exhausted and covered from what Coco could tell.
She wasn't that knowledgeable about ice cream, but she knows enough.
After that hearty topic, the wagon grew quiet, but the atmosphere was different now— lighter and more comfortable.
There was still curiosity, there was still fascination, but the edge that had once been there was gone.
Coco let her head roll limply onto Kairo's shoulder, her eyelids drooping heavily as exhaustion settled in. She always knew that talking and socializing is tiring, but not to this extent.
The warmth radiating from the hybrid and the steady rocking of the wagon made it impossible to resist the pull of sleep, pulling her into a drowsy haze.
