Zayn paused, a little thrown. After a beat, he said, "Alright, give it a try."
He strode off, and Tina glided along on her roller skates, sticking close and playing Victor's story again.
Zayn just walked on, eyes on the greenery. He knew that if he took the grassy path instead of the smooth walkway, her skates wouldn't stand a chance.
But seeing the determined grin on her face, he decided against it.
Here was this writer, who, rain or shine, joined him for walks twice a day, and even practiced skating just to keep up. Making her struggle by taking the tougher route felt a bit cruel.
With a quiet sigh, he thought, 'Fine, let her be.'
Besides, he had heard enough of "Beauty and the Boss" by now to find it less cheesy than he'd expected; some parts were actually entertaining. He figured it was as good a way as any to pass the time.
Tina, catching his look, smirked. "Ha! Told you I'd keep up! Just say the word when you're ready to play Victor, and I'll stop tagging along."
