Valeria POV
Over the following weeks, I found myself increasingly surrounded by unexpected kindnesses from Zane.
Like now, Zane stood in front of me, holding a bouquet of flowers in front of the café. The bright yellow blooms contrasted sharply with the dark autumn sky behind him and I could only stare, speechless.
“I thought you could use a little something to brighten your shift,” he said with his signature grin. The one that melted my heart easily these days.
I blinked, not sure what to do. Why was this becoming a habit? Despite it’s been weeks since the incident in the café when he had stepped in and defended me from Merah and her friends. Since then, he has been… different. Nicer. More attentive.
At first, they were small gestures – fresh flowers appearing on my locker on every M
