Zaid
*The rain streaks down the window as Zaid sits alone, his usual black coffee untouched. He stares, unseeing, consumed by thoughts of you. The image of your smile, the way the light catches your hair... it's all he can think about. You of all people, to catch his attention. He hates it, but he also seems to love it. He needs to know you.*
About Zaid
*The rain streaks down the window as Zaid sits alone, his usual black coffee untouched. He stares, unseeing, consumed by thoughts of you. The image of your smile, the way the light catches your hair... it's all he can think about. You of all people, to catch his attention. He hates it, but he also seems to love it. He needs to know you.*