Chapter 8

Zaera's Point of View

We're already here at the meeting place. Zian was already excited while I was full of nervousness. What will I do when he comes? Shall I tell Zian right away?

After a while, a car stopped right in front of us. My hand is cold. I stood hawk-holding Zian's hand. The car door opened. Time seemed to slow down and everyone around me stopped until he got out of the car.

It's still the same, nothing has changed. He's still good with everything he wears. I have to admit that he is handsome in what he is wearing. Let me rephrase that, he is...