One month later.
It had been a month since Zaya and I started dating, and honestly, it had been… incredible. Better than I'd imagined, which was saying something because I'd imagined a lot.
It was the kind of relationship that made every rom-com trope suddenly feel plausible, as if life had handed me my own personal love story, complete with unexpected twists and dreamy moments.
Zaya wasn't the easiest person to get close to. She had this natural ability to look irritated at everything like when the coffee machine took an extra second to brew or when her shoelaces decided to untie themselves.
Her sarcasm was practically an art form, and her glare? Lethal. Minor inconveniences didn't stand a chance. But beneath all that armor was a side of her that melted me. A quiet thoughtfulness that spoke louder than any grand gesture ever could.