Zinnia quickly glanced at her watch, her eyes widening as she saw the time. It was already past 2 p.m., and her stomach rumbled, reminding her of the lunch she'd forgotten. She grabbed her phone, scrolling through her missed messages, and there it was—a text from Samuel.
"Zia, still up for lunch?" he'd sent over an hour ago.
A pang of guilt hit her. Samuel had been making an effort to spend more time together lately, and she'd completely lost track of time. Quickly, she typed back, "I'm so sorry! Rehearsal ran late. Are you still around?"
She didn't have to wait long for a response. Her phone buzzed almost immediately. "No worries. I'm at a café nearby. Come join me if you're free."
Zinnia's lips curled into a small smile. Samuel was surprisingly patient, even after all the times she'd unintentionally left him hanging. She grabbed her bag and made her way out of the rehearsal room, saying a quick goodbye to the rest of the team.
