Always Lock Your Doors

Katherine stood at the door, clutching her purse as Zayn followed her with the kind of casual arrogance that seemed embedded in his DNA. The lunch had been good—almost annoyingly good—but she wasn’t about to let that sway her decision.

“Thanks for lunch, Zayn,” Katherine said, her tone polite but guarded. “You might’ve managed to not poison me, so I suppose that’s worth a small victory celebration.”

Zayn leaned against the doorframe, smirking down at her. “You keep hurting me, Katherine. I’m an excellent cook, but you refuse to admit it because it doesn’t fit your whole ‘Zayn’s just a pretty face with a big ego’ narrative.”

Katherine chuckled, for him to assume she saw him as a pretty face...she did find him pretty, very good looking as well. And he knew that, he was much too confident for his own good.

Katherine raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I admit it. The food was good. Almost too good. Makes me wonder who you bribed to teach you how to use a stove.”