Not long after Zerra calls Azzmi a name, as she often does, Raven steps forward, standing between them. He towers over Azzmi, his expression arrogant as he speaks to Zerra.

“Babe,” he says, smirking.

“Hmm!” Zerra responds, clearly smirking as well.

“Eat whatever you want from what’s being served on this table,” Raven adds.

Zerra wraps her arms around him from behind, giggling with excitement.

Azzmi stands there, at a loss for words. She lightly shakes her head at him and drops her ...