Liam POV
I laugh, watching him throw a mock tantrum that has a few people at nearby tables glancing over and smiling.
This... this right here, is what most people don’t get to see. The real Zain. All big gestures and bigger feelings, sparkling with life even when he’s being a little s**t.
He flicks an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye. “I swear, when I die, I expect my coffin to be rhinestoned. Tastefully, of course. We can’t have it looking cheap.”
“Obviously,” I say, nodding solemnly. “Classy glitter death only.”
He sighs dreamily. “Glitter, champagne, crying ex-lovers throwing themselves onto the casket... it’s what I deserve.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “If you don’t get at least one dramatic fainting at your funeral, I’ll personally haunt you.”
He perks up immediately.
