Zayn's POV
Since I got back, Nantam has been whining and asking questions about the person who dropped me off earlier today. I told him it was a new friend, but he didn't believe me.
"If it's a friend, why aren't you introducing him/her to your old friends?" he pressed.
I shrugged. "With time, I will."
He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I'll look forward to that."
Later that night, Dean called to invite us out for drinks.
When Nantam and I arrived at the bar, I saw Dean, Nicki, and a guy I didn't recognize sitting at their table. We joined them.
I nudged Dean and asked, "How did you end up with Nicki here?"
Dean laughed. "I met him here, so I forced him to join my table… along with his friend."
"Oh, okay," I said. "'Cause I know him, he's not easy to call out."
Nicki shot back with a grin, "You can only call me out if you're worth it."
I smirked, raising my hands in mock surrender. "Alright… I get it."
