Wiggy winced as she watched Joy spin around in her seat, only to sigh in relief as the normally shy driver chose to bypass her and jump straight to attacking Alex. She didn’t know how Joy discovered the truth and frankly, she didn’t care. She was simply glad to be rid of both the secret and the possibility of an awkward interrogation. There was however a small part of her which felt bad that the entire situation couldn’t have just been swept under the rug; out of sight and out of mind.<br/><br/>As she turned around to watch Joy leave, Wiggy spotted Alex just as he guffawed over his own wit, an act which she couldn’t help but frown at. “He could be a little more sensitive,” she pondered quietly to herself although not daring to share such a thought while the boisterous rider was in earshot. And yet she almost jumped when he approached, believing that he had somehow seen right through her.<br/><br/>Once again Wiggy found him completely violating her personal space as he brazenly poked her in the chest. “I hate it when you do that,” she yelled… in her head. In reality however the technician simply folded her arms, turned away and blushed as he closed the gap even further, enough that she could almost feel the heat emanating from his chest. She wanted to say something, anything, or even just step away but before she could get her body to cooperate, she felt Alex’s strong grip around her wrist. The next few moments passed in a blur as a disconcerted Wiggy suddenly felt herself being dragged out the exit, causing her to stumble gingerly after him.