The chicken was all cleared, with Zeno eating the least amount.
"Are you ready to go home now?" Moby asked, causing Gaby to stiffen.
Zeno knew that the little girl still didn't want to go home. However, she truly had no choice.
The three of them entered Moby's truck, and Zeno could see how she stiffened in nervousness.
"Do you mind if we bring her home first?" Moby asked. "The rain isn't letting up."
"Go ahead," Zeno muttered, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Just as Moby started his truck, it only let out a sputter before turning off again. He froze in his seat before chuckling.
"Sorry, it does this sometimes," he said. "This truck has been with me for 12 years."
"It's even older than me?" Gaby asked.
Moby chuckled once more before trying to start the ignition. It had the same result, probably even worse than the first attempt. It whined and groaned and somehow... meowed?
Zeno frowned. "Did you leave a cat inside your engine?"
