Denver.
I arrived at Zee’s school just as the final bell rang.
I parked my car near the exit gate to help me catch the sight of every student coming out of the damn building.
Within seconds, a crowd of excited, tired and eager students came out from every corner of the building, majority of them talking and laughing in little groups as they exited the school.
My eyes instinctively scanned the crowd looking for the reason I was there in the first place.
A small smirk curled my lip the moment I saw her, clutching her backpack while looking effortlessly beautiful as she emerged from the building.
Zee.
Compared to this morning, she was looking different, good difference if I must admit.
She was about pulling something from her bag when suddenly someone joined her.
Some kid — tal
