Zayn’s POV
My face lit up the moment I saw Alina, but the smile died just as quickly when I caught the confusion clouding her eyes. My chest tightened. I pushed the trolley faster, closing the distance between us.
“Hey, are you okay?” I asked, concern edging my voice.
She looked up at me, forcing a small smile, but I could tell. Her eyes always gave her away — that distant, unfocused look she wore whenever she was about to lie.
“Nothing, Zayn. I’m fine,” she said, her voice tight, the smile awkward and brittle.
I didn’t believe her, but I smiled anyway, pretending I did. “We should get everything checked so we can head home,” I said, and she nodded, walking beside me to the cashier.
We got our things scanned, and before I could react, Alina had already paid — something that still mad
