*Noah*
Keeping my stare locked on Zara, I let out a sigh. She wasn't going to drop this because she was as stubborn as I was. I let a silence stretch between us before I finally made the decision, not one I was entirely sold on.
“Fine," I murmured. “I agree to your plan, if only to prove your fanciful notions wrong once and for all," I said with a wink.
As expected, Zara rolled her eyes, stubborn as always. It was worth a shot. This back and forth and talk of mystical nonsense was getting on my nerves.
Though, I couldn't help but feel a bit uncertain about how wrong she could be. She seemed so set on this, with her belief completely unwavering. I didn't view Zara as stupid, just idealistic.
Could her idealism have some merit? Did this actually mean anything? I pondered this in the s
