“If we don’t hurry, we won’t be able to catch the boat in time,” Samantha Tempestade said to her best friend as they hurried through the busy streets. Sam moved with an agility and grace that could have only belonged to a nineteen-year-old girl who had been athletic almost all her life. As quick as she could be, the one thing she had never been good at was arriving on time.
Lily Vivace, the other nineteen-year-old trying to keep up, had never been helpful for this problem. She giggled. “I think we ate too much this morning. I really don’t want to run anywhere right now. I feel like I’ve eaten five breakfasts in one.”
Sam grinned. “I think you had one too many pain au chocolat, Lil, but even after all that, I can still count your ribs over your shirt.”
“There’s no such thing as too much chocolat.”
They had gotten out of the Champs-Élysées an hour later than they had planned, and the location of the boat at the Haropa port to the south was farther than either one of them had guessed.