EIGHTEEN

Elsa's POV:

I was stunned when I saw him sitting casually on the stool, one hand prompt on the counter, he palm supporting his cheek.

I shook my head and blinked my eyes rapidly "Wha.... What are you doing here?" I stammered, fighting to form a meaningful sentence.

"I'm here to see my girl, what is the shock in that?" He asked and winked at me.

I became tongue-tied. I couldn't utter a word. Carl came back to the bar and grinned the moment he saw Zayn.

He stretched his hand and shook Zayn's hand. "Good to see you, man." He said and glanced at me. "Are you here to see Elsa?"

"I didn't see her in school today, apparently, she skipped school for work." He retorted and I sighed.

Please, God, please. Just shut him up for me. I prayed.

"Can I take an hour break? I need to talk to Zayn about something important." I said to Carl and he nodded his head.

"Why not, you can go, have fun."

I glared at Zayn, dropped the towel I was using to clean glasses on the counter and walked away.

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