Zayden emerged from the store, clutching a paper bag, and spotted Ziana leaning against the glass railing, arms tightly crossed over her chest. As he approached, she turned her gaze toward him, her anger palpable. It was clear that his actions had underscored the stark contrast between their lifestyles, highlighting the unlikelihood of their ever finding common ground.
"Here," he offered, handing her a phone. Ziana averted her eyes, her resolve unwavering. "No, I don't need it."
"I didn't buy it for you," Zayden retorted curtly, causing her frown to deepen into a scowl. When her glare intensified, he added, "Show me how to take pictures with it. My dear mother demands proof of everything I do today."
