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Mikaela was standing on his seat and leaning out his side window with her phone in her hand, and for the life of him Jazz could not figure out why. He’d come out of recharge to find she’d driven them to the middle of nowhere, and now she was doing... this. “Uh, Mik? What are you doing?”
“Checking for cell service.” She slid back inside a moment later and when he trained his sensors on her face, she was smiling. “And I don’t even have half a bar. This will be the perfect campsite.”
“You know the big bot can still call me, right?”
“Yeah, but he’s not who I was worried about.” She turned so that her cheek was resting against the back of the driver’s seat. “No one is going to be calling me for anything at the shop, or anything with dad’s lawyer or dad’s parole or anything. It’s going to be just the two of us, unless there’s an actual emergency.”
“Well, when you put it that way,” Jazz transformed around her, and then cradled her to his chest, “It’s gonna be the best camp out i’ve ever been on.”