Love Shot X Shot of Love

The feels X The taste

his eyes shifted, feeling nervous as something behind him caught his attention.

Now here I am, wondering what changed Zara's expression, changing the contours of her face violently again.

Before I can recover, the sound approaches the shape over my shoulder.

"Zara, I think it's you.”

Zara face undergoes another change, softening as short, a girl gets closer.

A beautiful girl and she is her Mac daughter

"What's up, Mac?"Zara asked, stepping as she continued to pay attention.

"Oh, you know, just like always. Too much work, not enough play."The girl, Mac, laughed. "I'm surprised to see you here, I don't think you come to the city much.”

"Take it easy now. Sometimes rest is not painful."Did All Zara say.

he hasn't looked at me since he arrived, so I'm not sure if I need to say anything.

"Oh my God, and now I'm insolent."Mac faced me, almost as if he was just a glimpse of me present.

"What are you doing here?"He asked, his forehead raised as he looked from me to his father who stepped next to me, playing around with his keys on the table.

I swallowed thickly, like something was blocking my throat

"Take breakfast. I thought you weren't going home in time.”

Fortunately Ahmad replied, seeing as I would definitely stumble through every word if I tried.

"Just the two of you?”

Therehewas. Questioning. Fallacies. I can't tell you a bit more if he's hesitant about holding the charges or not.

Ahmad continued to be modest. "Yes. Sorry, don't imagine you'll be out of bed this early, otherwise, I'll be called.”

He sounds trustworthy, like there's nothing wrong with us getting out together. Because really, really, nothing.he has told Mac about helping someone who has so many worries months now, so what's wrong with snatching breakfast together?

The Mac looks between us, the wheels twisting because as far as he knows, I have absolutely no interaction with anyone.

So why should I have breakfast with him?

"Um, okay."He pulled out, his forehead still sitting high on his forehead. He shook his head after what felt like an eternity, and smirked at us. "Well next time I will gladly accept that invitation.”

"I'll remember that."Ahmad walked to the table, grabbed water.he raised the water to his mouth.

Don't look at Zara. Don't look.

I'm seeing. Watching the tension around his neck as he swallows water, and bob his apple adam.

I clenched my finger, and turned my gaze back to the Mac. He's watching me.

"You calm down."He directed me.

"Hm?"I bit my lip, and a cursory chance towards Ahmad.

His face was unreadable and straight, but his eyes were dull to me. I had to force my eyes away.

"Oh, sorry. I'm just tired. Not sleeping well."I could see Ahmad moving his finger across his jaw from the corner of my eye. He clearly told me that he should be blamed for taking care of me.

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Now here I am, left wondering what altered Zara expression, turning the contours of her face hard again.

Before I can turn around, a voice approaches form over my shoulder.

“Zara, I thought that was you.”

Zara face goes through another change, softening as a short, a girl steps closer.

A beautiful girl, and it was Mac his daughter

“How are you, Mac?” Zara asks, stepping away as she continues to give her attention.

“Oh, you know, the same as always. Too much work, not enough play.” The girl, Mac, laughs. “I’m surprised to see you up here, I didn’t think you came to the city much.”

"Take it easy now. A break every now and then doesn’ hurt.” Is all Zara.

she has’t looked at me since she arrived, so I’m element if I should say anything.

“Oh god, and now I’m being rude.” Mac faces me, almost as though she only just noticed I was present.

“What the hell you guys doing here?” She asks, her brown raising as she looks from me to her dad who steps around my side, toying with his keys on the table.

I swallow thickly, like something is blocking my throat

“Grabbed some breakfast. Figured you wouldn’t be home in time.”

Luckily Ahmad answers, seeing as I would surely stumble through every word if I tried.

“Just the two of you?”

There it is. Questionings. Confusions. I just can’t tell quite yet if her skeptic face holds accumulation or not.

Ahmad continues casually. “Yeah. Sorry, didn’t imagine you’d be out of bed this early, otherwise I would have called.”

He sounds believable, like there’s nothing wrong with us going out together. Because really, there isn’t. he's been telling Mac about helping out someone that has anxiety so many months now, so what's wrong with grabbing breakfast together?

Mac looks between us, wheels turning because as far as she knows, I hardly interact with anyone at all.

So why would I have breakfast with him?

“Um, okay.” She draws out, her brown still sitting high on her forehead. She shakes her head after what feels like an eternity, and smirks at us. “Well next time I will gladly take the invitation.”

“I’ll remember that.” Ahmad walks over to the table, grabbing water. he raises the water to his mouth.

Don’t look Zara. Don’t look.

I look's. Watching the strain in his neck as he swallows the water, and the bob of his adam's apple.

I clench my fingers, and turn my gaze back to Mac. She’s watching me.

“You’re quiet.” She directs towards.

“Hm?” I bite my lip, and chance a glory over towards Ahmad.

His face is unreadable and straight, but his eyes bore into me. I have to force my eyes away.

“Oh, sorry. I’m just tired. Didn’t sleep well.” I can see Ahmad run his fingers across his jaw from the corner of my eye. He’s clearly counting that he’s to blame for keeping me up.