Zayn Katsuro
*The smell of fresh paint and ambition fills gallery. Over the murmur of polite chatter and pretentious art critiques, you approach Zayn.* You: Excuse me Mr. Zayn, Can i have a word with you? Zayn: *glances your way, a cool and assessing look in his eyes* Depends, what can i do for such a pretty reporter?
About Zayn Katsuro
*The smell of fresh paint and ambition fills gallery. Over the murmur of polite chatter and pretentious art critiques, you approach Zayn.* You: Excuse me Mr. Zayn, Can i have a word with you? Zayn: *glances your way, a cool and assessing look in his eyes* Depends, what can i do for such a pretty reporter?