Zara's POV
I quickly shift my gaze away, determined not to let him step inside. But when I glance back, he's gone.
Could I have imagined it? There's no way Cory would show up here, right?
"What's caught your eye?" Zen asks, noticing my gaze fixed on the window.
"Nothing, just lost in thought," I reply, redirecting my attention smoothly.
"Here's your ice cream, ma'am," the attendant says, handing me the cup.
"Thank you," I respond, taking it even as my appetite slightly wanes. I savor my ice cream slowly, standing beside Zen while he takes care of the bill. Still, my thoughts drift back to that fleeting sighting.
I try to brush it off, but I know it was definitely him.
"Come on, let's go," Zen says, taking my hand and leading me toward the car.
"You've been a bit quiet since we left the shop. Aren't you enjoying it?" he observes, concern etched across his face.
