TRISTAN
The moment her fragrance hit my nostrils, I forgot how to breathe. How did Zahra wind up at my door? Only a couple of hours ago, she flashed me a look that made it clear she wanted me gone. Yet now, here she was, looking for me. I had spent the entire morning trying to come up with a way to approach her again, and I was relieved to know none of my miserable plans would have to be put into action.
I heard her question very clearly; my heightened hearing usually tuned down everything around me whenever I heard her voice, focusing solely on it. The answer was on the tip of my tongue, but even after I opened my mouth, it still took me a few seconds to say the words as I processed her unexpected appearance.
“Yeah,” I whispered at last, clearing my throat to repeat it, louder, “Yes, o
