Nicole’s POV
Zara’s workplace was busy, music playing low in the background as her workers moved around, arranging things and checking lists. I sat on a stool near the counter, watching Zara pace back and forth with her phone in hand.
Zara suddenly stopped and turned to me. “Okay. Enough.”
I blinked. “Enough of what?”
“Enough of that face,” Zara said, pointing at me. “You’ve been quiet since morning.”
I looked away. “It’s nothing.”
Zara scoffed. “Nicole, please. I know you too well.” She dropped her phone on the table and crossed her arms. “What happened between you and Adrian?”
My heart skipped. “Why would you ask that?”
Zara raised an eyebrow. “Because I can and I'm curious.”
I hesitated, my fingers tightening around my clothes. “It was just… awkward.”
“Awkward how?” Zara press
