Mia's POV:

After about an hour of sitting there and watching Zayn work, he came to me, with a napkin over his shoulder and a notepad in his hand.

“What would you like to have?” He asked, his tone formal but he sounded like he wanted to kick me out of the place. “You have to order something or you can't stay.”

I smiled and stood to my feet. “I was just about to leave. I do have a few questions for you though.” I told him.

“Well, questions don’t pay the bills, do they?” ...