Several seconds passed after Zara spoke, but Kendrick just stood there, watching her. His eyes didn't blink, didn't waver. He was just... staring.
Zara shifted on her feet. "S–say something. Let me know if you are mad…?"
"Mad?" Kendrick chuckled softly. "You're just too good with words. I'm still trying to catch up."
"Just speechless."
Zara let out a light laugh, brushing her fingers through her hair.
"I was really in a bad place yesterday and just crashed out." She explained. "Something personal," She added, fearing he might want a conversation about it. "Nothing I want to talk about."
Kendrick nodded gently. He didn't press, didn't pry. Instead, he reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering a second too long.
"It was kinda nice seeing another side of you. You were on fire."
"Please," Zara laughed, shaking her head. "That wasn't a side of me. That was a mess."
"A hot mess," Kendrick said with a smile. "You were hot. I liked it."
