"His Regret, My Glow Up"

*Chapter 1 - Cold Tea* --- I waited for 3 hours. The tea in front of me was already cold. He said "I'm coming, Amira." That was 7pm. Now it's 10:14pm and he is online, posting Layla on his status. The cafe guy already looked at me with pity. I told him, "He is coming, he is just stuck in traffic." But we both knew there was no traffic in Kaduna by 10pm. My phone buzzed. It was not Fahad. It was Sadiya. Sadiya: "Amira, where are you?" Me: "At Cafe Z, waiting for Fahad." Sadiya: "Amira... don't be angry at me. Check this." She sent a picture. My heart stopped. It was Fahad. At a birthday party. His hand was around Layla's waist. Layla was wearing the same perfume he once said he hated. And he was smiling. The kind of smile he never gave me in public. I stared at the picture. My eyes became hot. I thought maybe it's old picture. But I checked the time - Layla posted it 10 minutes ago. With caption "My man ❤️" My man. I stood up. My legs were shaking. I left the tea and ran outside. Kaduna night wind hit my face but I didn't feel cold. I felt stupid. Three months. I gave that boy three months of my heart. I rejected other guys for him. I prayed for him. And he was calling another girl "my man"? Tears started coming, but I wiped them. I won't cry for him. I won't. "Amira?" I turned. It was Zayd. The new guy who owns the bookstore beside my house. He was holding two books. He looked at my face and frowned. "Are you okay? You have been here since 7pm. I saw you when I passed." I tried to smile. "I'm fine." He didn't believe me. He brought out tissue. "Your eyes. They say you are not fine." And for some reason, that small kindness broke me. I started crying right there on the road. Zayd didn't ask too much. He just said, "Come, let me drop you home. It's late for a girl to be outside crying because of a boy who doesn't know her worth." I looked at him. Then I looked at my phone again. Fahad was still online. I entered Zayd's car. But I didn't know, Fahad was actually coming to the cafe that night. And when he saw my cold tea on the table... everything was about to change. --- "To be continued... Will Amira forgive Fahad?"