CHAPTER 69

Zen’s POV

Days turned to nights and nights. It’s been a week since I met Malia.

She didn’t stop at just making me warm meals; she made me happy. When Michael began to notice me smiling absent-mindedly,.

That evening, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Hercules. I called him up.

“Hey bro, what’s up?"

"Hi, donut head,” Hercules said, and I chuckled. It was the new name; he had been on it lately. "Do you want to come out for drinks? Michael is coming.”

I looked at the clock. It was a sharp 7. It was the perfect time for an evening out.

“Hell yeah,” I said.

“I’ll meet you at the bar,” I added. So I went off the phone and began to look for a pair of jeans.

“Malia!” I yelled.

"Yes, babe,” she replied.

“Have you seen my jeans?” I yelled.

"Wait, I’m on my way,” she yelled back from the kitchen. She walked in with her hands on her butt. She dried off the remaining water from it.

“I can’t find my trousers,” I said as I gestured to the mess I had just made in the drawer. She chuckled.

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