Zayn’s POV
I can’t help but smile as I watch Reynold take another careful step forward. He’s improving faster than any of us expected—each movement steadier, stronger.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he teases, catching my gaze.
I smile awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck. “You’re improving,” I say with genuine pride. “That’s something to smile about.”
He grins. “I know, but honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile like that—except when you’re looking at Alina.”
I freeze for a second, and he bursts into laughter.
“You know, I used to wonder what world you disappeared into when you looked at her. It’s like you’re… mesmerized.” His tone softens, playful but sincere. “Guess I should feel special that you’re smiling at me too.”
I let out a quiet chuckle and shake my he
