Zoe shrugged as she turned the G-Wagen down the hairpin bend, knowing that Val was undoubtedly gonna take a lot more time to cool off, and knew it wasn't . Putting some music on from her bluetooth-connected phone, some [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aeiyKMsymRs&ab_channel=BenB%C3%B6hmer]quiet house[/url] playing in the stereo, the Swiss girl sighing as she turned another bend, sloshing slush billowing behind the black G-Wagen. Subtle it wasn't, but hey, Zoe's pockets were deep and when she saw this was availible, she just had to. After all, it was big, spacious, and a Mercedes that could go off-road- why not? 

It was a strange thing, between the both of them. Sometimes Zoe wondered why Val decided to keep coming back- it wasn't the money, was it? It probably wasn't, Zoe guessed- Val did pay her own way, so chances were, it was that Zoe was the only girl that was as crazy as she was, and as willing to get stuck in with her. Perhaps in their own weird way, they put up with each others' oddities- and in their sports that they did, there were very, very few partnerships because barely anyone did it. Plus, Val even when mad was kinda cute to Zoe. Like an angry rabbit thumping away, she couldn't help but still feel under all that shit, there was someone sarcastic and willing to cut the shit with her.

The road continued to wind, as Zoe turned down the radio, knowing that even in spite of what Val said, she had to break the silence, as they came out of the high mountain valleys and now on the bigger roads towards Marrakesh, taking them gently down out of the High Atlas.
"Merde...yeah, that caps off the adventure nicely. Done with Morocco, baby...didn't really have much in mind after this. There's this project a friend of mine keeps talking about, someting insane to do with a propelled wingsuit concept. Shit, you ever wonder you'd try it?"