AMY
“You look gorgeous Amy, enjoying the show” he said lightly, almost like a joke.
I huffed out a short laugh, though my arms stayed folded across my chest. “Hell no, I was forced here by him.” I said gesturing at Zim on the other side lost in a conversation with Bibi.
"You loving it?" I found myself asking.
“A little,” he admitted. His tone wasn’t teasing though, it was careful. Like he knew if he leaned too close, I’d bolt.
There was a silence, filled only by the DJ blasting a song the kids screamed along to. Zack glanced at the grass, then back at me. “I just… wanted to say I’m glad you came.”
Immediately, something in my chest tightened. “It wasn’t really for me,” I said, jerking my chin toward the kids. “Zim begged me until I gave in. He’s the one who wanted to be here and so I
