For a moment, I just stood there, unsure what to say. Why would Evans Lucas want to see me?
Before I could gather my thoughts, he leaned forward slightly and said, "It's nice to meet you. I'm Evans Lucas." He extended his hand.
I shook it gently. "I'm Zayn. Nice to meet you too. And… thank you for paying for what I bought."
I kept waiting for him to explain why he had covered my bill and asked to see me.
"You must be wondering why I called you over," he said, as if reading my mind.
I nodded, eager to know.
"There's nothing in particular," he continued casually. "I just… appreciate your look."
My look? I repeated in my head, startled.
He went on without hesitation. "I like your look, and I don't mind if we can be friends."
I blinked, caught off guard. "Friends?"
"Yes," he replied, his tone calm but sure. "I know it might sound strange that I want to be friends with someone when I'm a public figure. But the truth is, I need someone like you in my life."
