I drew a blank on the way home, unable to come up with any ideas for a team name.
Noah had finished sending out the texts to everyone on our small team and saw my look of distress. He looked at Zeke, who was now driving us home after lunch. "Zeke, why don't you help us? We don't know what the team name should be."
"I don't know either." Zeke said with honesty. "That's why I delegated that job to Jake."
"Must be nice to 'delegate'." Noah grumbled.
"Perks of being the oldest." Zeke had a small smile as he drove us home. It was rare of him to make a joke.
Noah pursed his lips to stop himself from smiling. "I'll just look up some ideas online." He typed away on his phone.
When we got home in the afternoon, we spotted Mr. Atkins car out on the street. They were back.
"Which Kyle do you think we'll see today?" Noah asked, sounding a little mean.
