“Steady, Rocky,” he said, getting her back on her feet.
 
 “Oh my god. So sorry. You played well.”
 
 “Well?” Alex grinned at the faint praise, wondering just how far he’d go for a real compliment from Zoe. “That was the best we’ve played in forever.”
 
 “Your tempo shifts.”
 
 “You can hear that?”
 
 Zoe pointed down to her feet. “I feel it. I just haven’t decided which of you is racing.”
 
 Alex mimicked a dagger going through his heart. “I’m hurt, Rocky.”
 
 “I might need to watch a couple more shows to decide,” she said.
 
 “Well, I look forward to proving to you it isn’t me.”