Zayn’s POV
“Don’t tell me you dragged me to lunch just to ignore me and flirt with your phone,” Jay whined, his fork clinking against the plate.
I glanced up at him briefly, then lowered my eyes back to the screen. “I didn’t drag you. You followed me here.” My tone was flat, nonchalant.
Jay huffed. “You didn’t have to say it like that. What’s so important you can’t eat?”
The corner of my mouth tugged upward. If only he knew. Watching Alina move around her home on the tiny camera feed was more satisfying than anything this cafeteria had to offer. The way she absentmindedly tucked her hair behind her ear, or the soft frown she wore when she was thinking—it all kept me grounded.
Call it crazy, but I needed to see her when I wasn’t with her. Needed to know she was safe. So yes, there were
