[Third Person]
That morning, Alexia stood outside Zayn’s office, her emotions a tangled mess of anger, hurt, and confusion. Her mind raced as she contemplated whether to confront him about the humiliation he had caused or to simply avoid him entirely. Her heart pounded in her chest as she clenched and unclenched her fists, the weight of indecision pressing down on her.
“Should I just go in and give him a piece of my mind?” she thought, her jaw tightening. “Or should I avoid him and pretend none of this ever happened?”
As she raised her hand to knock on the door, it suddenly swung open. Zayn stood there, his expression tired and fatigued. Before he could speak, Alexia pushed her way in with determination.
“What do you want, Alexia?” Zayn asked, his tone exhausted, as he closed the door
