Zari and I usually have very little to nothing to talk about. She’s a nice woman, very polite and kind and funny but there was a certain edge about her that made her seem a little hard to know.
I was determined to get to know her, so I ask her questions.
What’s your favourite colour? Why is it your favourite? Favourite food? Least favourite food? Favourite place to go? When did you start working here?
Majority of the time it would be a one worded response or a shrug, but today she flourished.
“So, you and Zac, huh?” she beamed.
I crinkled my nose in response, still floored by her enthusiasm.
“Are you a thing?” she asked. Her naturally, luxurious hair was in space buns today and she wore gold hoop earrings. Her purple winter dress hugged every curve she possesses, and I wanted t
