3. Zayn's Perspective
I walked out of the coffee shop smiling, looking dumb, but still smiling. I couldn't help it. I remember running into her at the Fendi store last night, and her eyes staring into mine, but only for a split second, yet it felt like a lifetime. I got into my Mercedes and drove off, back to my LA loft I had recently bought. I drove up and tossed my keys to the valet guy, Vince. "How are you today Vince? Did Lana like the vase? I hope your anniversary went well!!" I gave them a nice vase for their anniversary, and Lana was Vince's wife, for 2 years now! Vince was a buddy of mine, we hung out and had a couple of beers at my loft every-once-and-a-while, while we talked about our problems. He was a good venting buddy. "I'm great, thanks! Lana LOVED it and its sitting on our dining room table right now! And it went great, I took her to a new French restaurant downtown! Beers tonight, on me! Taki Bar?" "Sure, see you there at 9, Vince!" The door was opened for me, by a new doorman, and I smiled and said, "Thanks." "No problem, Mr. Malik." I pressed the elevator button a million times thinking it would make a difference, while I stood there just drinking my iced coffee. I go up to my loft and just sit there, staring out of the huge window with an overview of LA, thinking of Brittany. I had a feeling she wasn't like the other LA girls. She wasn't like any other girl. I wanted to know her so badly, but I couldn't call her now... I bet she was still working. I would call her while I was getting ready to go out with Vince tonight. I finished my iced coffee and threw it in the trash while I took a cookie out of the cabinet and stuffed it in my mouth. I caught a reflection of myself in the microwave. I then looked at my beard. Oh no. Does Brittany like guys who have a nice clean, shaved face, or my well maintained, few-days-no-shave look. I decided just to be myself. I sensed I could be that around her.