[ZACH]
Zayn's presence was getting under my skin. He remained the entire time with a grin and a joke, poking and teasing at my stoic exterior. Today being his first day home, he had barged into my office, refusing to leave until I agreed to have lunch with him. I finally agreed, figuring that if a meal together would get him out of my hair for the rest of the day, it was a price worth paying.
We settled into a quiet corner of a nearby upscale restaurant, the kind with soft lighting and linen tablecloths. As we waited for our food, I tried to focus on the emails on my phone, but Zayn wouldn't let me be.
"So, brother," he said, leaning back in his chair, "how did you meet Julie? I need some tips to find my own missing rib."
I didn't want to discuss this, especially with Zayn. But he was
