Chapter 17 : Concern

Abrar

Zoya tugged her black wavy hairs behind her ears, a tiny ear pin glistened, fluttering my focus completely onto her appearance. She managed to pull on the best dressing sense according to the place. The white suit looked satisfactorily good on her.

"Thanks", I managed to say while collecting it and passed a tight-lipped smile. "But why did you bother?"

"I guess you better have your lunch now. The lunch hour is gonna end soon", she said.

I looked around, finding the receptionist smiling at us. I felt awkward for a moment before looking back at her again. She was arranging her stole neatly on her shoulder as her thick hairs waved down, covering half of her face.

"Stop staring at her, Abrar", I screamed at myself and mumbled, looking at my wristwatch.

"Did you eat?", I asked as she looked up, crossing her arms.

"No. I can't travel after lunch. It gives me a stomach ache", she said.

"Oh! You didn't need to come", pale guilt i