~Evric's POV~
Still, my eyes drifted toward the counter.
A woman approached Zayn; she was undeniably beautiful. She had cascading dark hair, striking features, and a designer dress that hugged every curve, the kind of woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. She was leaning in close, clearly trying to strike up a conversation.
I watched, unbothered, as Zayn listened for a few seconds. Then, with a graceful, deliberate movement, he lifted his hand. He didn't just show her the ring; he made sure the light caught it, marking his territory without saying a word. Then, he pointed directly at me across the room.
But he didn't stop there. As the lady realized she had no chance, Zayn turned fully toward our table. He caught my eye, a playful, devoted spark in his gaze, and blew me two dramatic flying kisses.
