Chrisly asked me to pick it up before Zayn walked back to our table...
I hesitated only for a second, then answered.
"Hello?"
Nicki's voice came through, calm but firm.
"If you can't make time, I'll come to wherever you are. We need to talk soon."
I took a deep breath and kept my voice low.
"I'll call you back in two hours and text you the address where we'll meet."
"Don't change your mind."
"I won't."
Just then, Zayn walked back outside, heading toward our table. I glanced at my phone.
"I'll talk to you later," I said quickly and ended the call.
As Zayn sat down beside me, the waiters arrived with my food, followed right behind him, placing the plates down carefully.
He watched me closely, his eyes following every movement as I started eating.
"You should eat too," I said softly.
He smiled, resting his elbow on the table.
"I cook every day," he said. "Just inhaling the smell is enough to fill my stomach."
