I finally managed to get Zachary to leave, though it was obvious he didn't want to go.

From that day on, it felt like we shared an unspoken secret—one that neither of us addressed but lingered between us.

He didn't deliberately hang around me, yet somehow, he always texted at just the right moments. A casual "Have you eaten?" or "I found this cute little restaurant you’d love". And if I showed even the slightest interest, he'd set up a time to come ...