ZARA’S POV
He led me to the dance floor and we got into position. He had one hand on my waist while I touched his shoulder slightly. We began to move in rhythm and as he swirled me around, I blushed. He pulled me back towards him and started to talk as we danced.
“I’m Doku,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”
“Doku?” I asked just to confirm. “That’s a unique name.”
“I know,” he replied. “I don’t know what my parents were high on the day they made the decision.”
I chuckled, “The name sounds cute.”
“It’s the only cute thing about me,” he responded. “As for you, Zara, do you enjoy being cute?”
“Well…” I hesitated. “I’m not sure I’m cute. I think of myself as just a chill, pretty girl. I haven’t done many adorable things and honestly, acting cute feels a little cringe.”
“It is meant to be li
