“It’s…impressive, y’know? You and Oliver should have a race one day. See who can get to the top first. Loser buys the drinks.”
“I’d pay for the drinks myself if only to see the look on Oliver’s face when I kicked his ass,” she grinned, her tone good natured in its teasing.
“How the hell can you do that?”
”Lots of training,“ Sara laughed, dropping back to the floor.
