Audrey House

As they sat across from each other, the café's comforting ambiance surrounded them, but Zion found his thoughts drifting elsewhere. He wanted to share his recent experiences—especially the mysterious mission awaiting him in another realm. Yet, looking at Audrey's radiant face, filled with joy as she savored her chocolate cake, he hesitated. This wasn't the right moment to burden her with the complexities of his life as a Phantom.

He noticed a hint of confusion flickering in Audrey's eyes as she caught him lost in thought. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she set down her fork, concern etching her features. "What's wrong, Zion? You seem a bit distant," she asked softly, her voice laced with genuine curiosity.

Zion quickly masked his inner turmoil with a gentle smile. "It's nothing, really. Just a lot on my mind," he replied, trying to sound casual. He didn't want to worry her or ruin the lovely moment they were sharing.

Audrey leaned in slightly, her eyes searching his. "Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything," she urged, her tone warm and inviting.

Taking a deep breath, Zion decided to divert her attention. "Let's focus on enjoying our time together," he said, his voice calm and soothing. "Just keep eating your cake. It looks like you're really enjoying it." He gestured toward the decadent slice in front of her, hoping to shift the conversation.

Audrey smiled at his attempt to lighten the mood. She picked up her fork again, her curiosity still evident but momentarily set aside. "Okay, if you say so," she said, taking another bite, her expression brightening as the rich flavors danced on her palate.

Zion watched her for a moment, the corners of his mouth curling into a genuine smile. In that fleeting instant, he felt a wave of warmth and gratitude wash over him. He realized that as complicated as his life had become, moments like this with Audrey made it all worthwhile. Even amidst the chaos of his dual existence, he wanted to cherish these simple, beautiful times together.

After finishing their meal, Zion and Audrey decided to head back home. Just as they were about to leave, Audrey's eyes lit up with an idea. "Hey, why don't we stop by my house for a bit?" she suggested, her excitement infectious.

"Sure, that sounds great," Zion replied, smiling back at her.

They made their way to her house, and upon entering the spacious living room, Audrey called out, "Dad, I'm home!"

"Hello, Audrey!" Albert , her father, greeted her warmly. Just then, a voice interrupted from the hallway.

"Hey, Audrey! Michael's here to see you!"

Audrey's expression darkened at the mention of Michael. Zion turned to see a boy step into the room with a cocky grin plastered on his face. Michael was a childhood friend of Audrey's and known for his knack for getting under her skin.

"What do you want, Michael?" Audrey asked, irritation evident in her tone.

"Just came to check in on my favorite girl," Michael replied with a playful smirk.

Zion remained silent, observing the interaction. He could see Audrey's discomfort grow as Michael leaned against the wall, exuding a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

"Zion, right? Nice to meet you," Michael said, extending his hand. "You're lucky to be hanging out with her. But just a heads up, I'm still in the picture."

Zion shook his hand firmly, his expression calm. "Nice to meet you too," he replied, keeping his tone neutral.

"Come on, Audrey, let's go hang out," Michael insisted, ignoring Zion's presence. "You can't be cooped up with him all day."

Audrey's patience was wearing thin. "No, Michael. I'm good here," she said sharply. "I'm spending time with Zion, not you."

Michael shrugged, unfazed. "Suit yourself. Just don't forget who your real friends are," he said before turning to leave, casting a lingering glance back at them.

Once he was gone, Audrey let out a sigh of relief. "Ugh, I can't stand him sometimes," she said, rolling her eyes.

Zion couldn't help but chuckle. "He seems a bit much."

"More than a bit," Audrey replied, shaking her head. "But let's forget about him. I'm just glad to have some time with you."

Michael is a notorious playboy, navigating life with charm, but his connection with Audrey feels like a distant memory. They share a childhood bond, their fathers good friends, yet when Michael visits Audrey's home, she remains aloof. She hardly acknowledges his presence, even neglecting to take off her shoes as a sign of respect. To Audrey, Michael is just a fleeting figure, someone she hardly notices or cares about at all

Albert , Audrey's father, furrowed his brow in confusion. "Why do you always ignore Michael?" he asked, genuine curiosity lacing his voice. Audrey met his gaze, unwavering. "I don't like him" she replied, her tone clipped and resolute. Richard felt a surge of frustration at her bluntness, wondering how his daughter could dismiss someone so easily, especially someone who had been a part of their lives for so long.

"To be honest, he's not a good guy" Audrey said, her voice steady as she spoke to Albert . He nodded, acknowledging her words. "I think the same, but…" His voice trailed off, confusion still lingering in his mind. After a moment, Richard's gaze drifted towards Zion, who was standing nearby, holding his daughter's hand. The sight stirred a mix of emotions within him, leaving Albert to ponder the complexities of their relationships.

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