Gasoline.

4

The windows were rolled down, and the warm Miami wind was dancing through blowing my hair in every which direction, but I didn't care. I was in good company with good music playing.

"Where exactly are we headed?" I asked when I spotted unfamiliar exits and town names. Zayn turned the music down, but the amused smirk on his face alerted me that he had heard what I said. "Also, are we almost there?" I'd been shooting glances at the clock on the radio, and with it now being almost two o'clock, I put the math together and realized we'd been in the car for fifty-six minutes.

"Are you not one for surprises? Adventures? Mystery?" he questioned. He still seemed amused. I knew he was enjoying every moment of my confusion and impatience. "No. I've never been a fan." Surprises gave me this unwanted anxiety in the pit of my stomach. Evan used to surprise me. The biggest surprise was when he was taking me to the movies, but dumped me on the way there.

"I promise this isn't some extravagant, flash mob proposal," he joked. I laughed a little, but continued staring out the open window.

I can sense that Zayn was staring at me when we got to a stop light, but I didn't look at him. "Fine. I can tell you're not comfortable with this whole surprise thing. I'll tell you if you really want? It's nothing major." I glanced at him now. My arms were crossed over my chest. "Really?" He nodded his head once. "Of course. Whatever makes you more content. I'll tell you. We're about-" Zayn nodded his head side to side and tapped his fingers along the steering wheel. He was trying to estimate a time in his head, and he looked adorable doing so. "I'd say ten minutes away. It's just right up through this exit." I bit down on my bottom lip, and took a breath. "I guess I can wait." Zayn hit the gas pedal when it was time. "You guess? The offer still stands."
"No. I'll wait. I'll take a lesson in patience right now." Zayn chuckled, and nodded his head. "Alright. That sounds great." He turned the music back up, and I layed my head back against the head rest. I let out a breath, and decided to relax a little.

The remaining minutes flew by before I even realized it. We were pulling into the parking lot of a large cinder block building called, Arts•a•Million. I turned to Zayn with a small smile on my face. He turned off his car and the roaring engine died down. He unbuckled his seatbelt and let it snap back into place.

"What is this place?" I asked, knowing it was pretty obvious. "It's like that book place, but not." He laughed at his explanation. "It's an art gallery, and a restaurant all in one. I thought it'd be cool. I remember you briefly mentioning how you were captivated by art yesterday during the movie."

I remember too. It was during probably one of the most terrifying parts, and I couldn't help but to comment on the french impressionist style painting that was set as the characters phone wallpaper. I laughed at the recollection.

"That's actually very thoughtful of you. I've never even heard of this place," I admitted. We both got out of the car at the same time. He locked the door with the button on his keychain. He waited until I walked around the car, before he started walking. "I'd never heard of this place either. It took a lot of googling. There's a twist with this place, which I think is genius on buisness," he began as we walked up the stairs that were purposely splattered with a variety of colors of paint. "The building is one floor, but it's literally the longest fucking thing ever. Some people in the reviews said it takes an hour atleast to get through it." He glanced at me to see if the length of time was off putting to me. It wasn't. "Once you get to the very end of this art gallery there are these doors that take you into an art themed restaurant. That's brilliant. Do you know how many people are likely hungry and tired by the end of that? The other thing that I found very cool was that the waiters are dressed up as characters from paintings." I found the excitement in Zayn's eyes as he spoke to be the biggest turn on. I love passionate people.