Writer’s POV
Zach watched Ava closely, his gaze sharp as he studied her expression. She looked at him, confussion written all over her face. Her lips parted slightly, her breath coming out uneven, but she didn’t look away from him, her eyes piercing his skin.
“Let go,” Zach tried grabbing her hands but she was fast enough to take a step back.
“Why are you suddenly being nice to me?” Ava asked quietly, her voice was small and hesitant.
Zach didn’t answer instead he tightened his jaw slightly, his dues unreadable, instead of giving her the answer she wanted. His eyes rake to his foot and he saw a way to divert the conversation.
“Why are you barefoot?” He raised his eyes.
“Ava blinked repeatedly, glancing down at her feet as if she was just realizing it. The cold pavement sudden
