He had seen her as soon as the act had ended, the anxiety of the performance hung in the air, and it was through all of this that his eyes had settled on this woman.
His gaze had found her through a haze of smoke, and he had let out a sardonic breath, totally smitten.
Truthfully, he enjoyed the atmosphere, he was enjoying every bit of the appraisal he was getting and thought himself worthy to have survived on the tense, awkward silences of the art.
Zayn approached the strange woman, he had seen her right from when he had been on stage.
Her beauty had been easy to spot in the crowd, he would have sworn to herself that he had not seen anyone as beautiful as she was.
In a way she stood out, he didn't know but she gave him that vibe that he knew her from somewhere, perhaps his past life.
