로그인Zara’s POV The campus café was the one place I allowed myself to breathe.No performance required. No mask to maintain. Just Zara with a lukewarm coffee and a textbook she was actually reading and forty minutes before her next class where nothing was required of her except to exist quietly.I had been sitting there eleven minutes when the chair across from me scraped back.Adrian sat down.Not asking. Not hesitating. Just there, suddenly, with a coffee of his own and the particular ease of a man who had decided his presence was already welcome.My stomach dropped clean to the floor.*Why is he here? Did he follow me? How does he know my schedule? What does he“You look surprised,” he said.“I am surprised.” I kept my voice even. “This is my campus.”“Kofi asked me to drop something off at the admin building.” He set his coffee down. Relaxed. Almost casual. “Saw you through the window.”Almost casual.Because his eyes were doing what they always did, that slow, patient inventory that
Zara’s POV I made it three steps down the corridor before I heard him behind me.Not following. Just a present. The specific quality of stillness that meant he was watching me walk away and had decided not to stop me yet.Yet.I kept moving. I pushed through the side door into the narrow passage between the dressing rooms and the back exit and stood there for exactly four seconds with my back against the wall and my eyes closed and my breathing doing something I needed to correct before I walked back into a room with other people in it.Tomorrow, he said.One word. All the weight in the world.I pushed off the wall and went to fix my makeup.Mikela was the only one left in the dressing room.She looked at my face in the mirror and said nothing for a long moment. Then “Are you good?”“Fine.”“You look like someone who just had a conversation they weren’t ready for.”“I’m fine, Mikela.”She handed me a makeup wipe without being asked and went back to her own reflection. That was what
Zara’s PovHe was already too close when I turned around.I hadn’t heard him move. One moment there was distance between us and the next there wasn’t just Adrian in the narrow space between the dressing room corridor and the back exit, one hand flat against the wall beside my head, not touching me, not threatening me, just present. Immovable. The specific closeness of a man who had decided the usual rules of distance no longer applied.The bass from the main floor moved through the walls like a pulse.“You weren’t going to tell me you were here tonight,” he said.Not a question.“I work here,” I said. Pinky’s voice. Low, unbothered, completely assembled. “I don’t announce my shifts.”“You saw me arrive.”“I see a lot of people arrive.”His eyes moved across my face with that slow, surgical attention that had been quietly taking me apart for weeks. The amber light from the corridor caught the line of his jaw, the steadiness of him, the particular quality of stillness that meant he wa
Zara’s PovI turned around slowly.Pinky was gone. I had walked out of VIP three and left her on the other side of the door and now it was just me in the corridor with the bass bleeding through the walls and Adrian standing in the doorway behind me with his hands loose at his sides and that quiet, certain look on his face.I turned around slowly.“I don’t know what you mean,” I said.My voice was steady. I was quietly amazed by that.“Yes you do.” He stepped into the corridor. Not aggressive just closing the distance the way he closed all distances. Like space between them was a problem he had decided to solve. “I’ve been to every restaurant in a four block radius of here, Zara. None of them match what you’ve described.”The floor shifted slightly under my feet.He checked.I kept my face neutral. “I never told you which block.”“No.” His eyes held mine. “You didn’t.”The silence lasted three seconds.I filled it first because filling it was better than letting him watch me calculate
Zara’s PovI sat on the edge of my bed and stared at my hands.Clean. No makeup. No performance. Just Zara at two in the afternoon with three hours before she had to become someone else and absolutely no idea how to get through them.I had an assignment open on my laptop that I hadn’t touched in forty minutes. A half-eaten sandwich on the nightstand going stale. Kofi’s voice downstairs on a phone call, low and careful in the way that meant he didn’t want to be heard.Normal. Everything was supposed to be normal.Except when I closed my eyes I couldn’t separate them anymore.That was the problem that had been growing since last night and had fully arrived by morning.Adrian in the VIP chair still, focused, his hand stopping just short of my face. Adrian in my kitchen leaning against the counter, watching me reach past him, noting every micro-reaction with those dark patient eyes.The same eyes.The same quality of attention.The way he looked at Pinky and the way he looked at Zara wer
Zara’s PovI sat on the edge of my bed and stared at my hands.Clean. No makeup. No performance. Just Zara at two in the afternoon with three hours before she had to become someone else and absolutely no idea how to get through them.I had an assignment open on my laptop that I hadn’t touched in forty minutes. A half-eaten sandwich on the nightstand going stale. Kofi’s voice downstairs on a phone call, low and careful in the way that meant he didn’t want to be heard.Normal. Everything was supposed to be normal.Except when I closed my eyes I couldn’t separate them anymore.That was the problem that had been growing since last night and had fully arrived by morning.Adrian in the VIP chair still, focused, his hand stopping just short of my face. Adrian in my kitchen leaning against the counter, watching me reach past him, noting every micro-reaction with those dark patient eyes.The same eyes.The same quality of attention.The way he looked at Pinky and the way he looked at Zara wer







