Lunch.

Zayn and Sheila sat across each other as they were served the restauarant special, Zayn stared at his plate and took up his cutlery as he began to cut the beef into smaller pieces. He couldn't get his mind off Will because his curiousity was getting the best of him, what if it truly wasn't a dream? Did he seriously do that?! how has Will beeen feeling all this while?

"You seem to have a lot on your mind," Sheila's voice distrupted his thought and he let out a little smile as he kept slashing.

"Not really. What makes you say that?"

She gave off a shrug and replied "Just a hunch,"

"I apologize if it seems that way, would you believe me if I said I'm thinking of ways to make this a splendid lunch?"

"Absolutely not,"

He chuckled at her immediate reply

"You have a stunning secretary by the way, he looks pretty young,"

Zayn hands paused and he raised his head to meet Sheila already staring at him and he wondered why she was suddenly interested in Will. The corner of her lips twiched