Sanaah kept staring out of the window, waiting for Zander to show up. He was never late. That his thing. Every morning he greeted her and they got back to doing their own thing. Not seeing him bright and early did not sit right with her.
A sigh heaved out of her. Was she really getting so attached to him? There's no denying that she did feel something for him. Different from what she felt about Neil and Lenon. They both were her friends, kinda bros she hung out with but Zander was different. He was her friend for sure but she also wanted to kiss him. Friends don't think about kissing their friends.
It's bizarre. And she needed to reevaluate the way she thought.
"He'll be late" Lenon's voice broke her thoughts. Flustered she stared at him and noticed that he was leaning against the cou
