ZACH’S POV

"Of course, I wouldn't miss seeing my favorite girl go home," Claire said, still smothering Joan with kisses. She finally looked up at me, giving me a brief nod. "Mr Stewart."

"Claire," I replied, trying to match her enthusiasm. "Thanks for coming."

Claire turned back to Joan, her smile unwavering. "I brought you something special, Joan. Want to see?"

Joan's eyes widened with curiosity. "What is it?"

Claire reached into her bag and pulled out a small, wrapped package. "Open it and find out."

Joan tore into the wrapping, revealing a colorful storybook. "Wow! Thank you, Claire!"

"You're welcome, sweetie," Claire said, her eyes sparkling. "I thought you...