7. Myla

The car that stops in front of us is the same one that was parked near the café some time ago and I scoff, turning to Zayne. "I see you were stalking me."

"I wouldn't call it stalking. I was waiting for the café to close."

I stop in my tracks and put my hands on my hips as I frown. "You've been planning on taking me out since the start?"

"I say it wasn't spontaneous." I hear him say while he opens the door for me to get inside. I hesitate for a second because he's still a total stranger and I'm trusting him not to kidnap me. "I won't-"

"Hello!" Zayne is interrupted by the sudden voice inside and I look at the driver who happens to be a familiar face. I feel myself smiling when I remember him from the café. He's one of the kindest and sweetest customers I can ever forget.

"Oh? You're Zayne's driver?" He nods and smiles at me and I feel at ease. With him around, I doubt Zayne would do anything wrong.

"You're Zayne's guest?" It's my turn to nod and his eyes widen as they dart to Zayne.