Predators Eye

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

"So," Rosie strolled up to me the next day, "how was it?"

I raised an eyebrow while pouring a gin into a glass. "How was what?"

"You know," her eyes flicked towards Zayn who was currently chewing on a piece of toast. I gave her a look before trying to find a slice of lime.

"It was good," I said. She frowned, narrowing her eyes at my bland reply.

"Come on Elena," she whined. "There's gotta be something you can tell me."

"We talked, that's pretty much it. And he walked with me to Jakobs."

She squealed quietly, clapping her hands. "Do I hear wedding bells in the distance?"

"You're outrageous," I scoffed, pushing by her to deliver the drink. Rosie laughed, flouncing off in the other direction. I passed the drink to one of the waiters, who took it to their customer. I looked over to my right and saw Zayns empty plate in his spot.

Sighing, I took his plate and threw it into the dirty dishes basin. All of Rosies talk about Zayn and I made me uncomfortable. Did we act like there was something going on, even though there isn't? I was almost positive there was no inclination of a relationship. Hell, we barely spoke a word here. My own fears were feeding off Rosies words, which made them more believable than they actually were. Zayn was quite aware of no relationship policy and he respected that. I didn't need to worry about him crossing the line.

As I went to collect his mug and spoon, a neatly folded napkin in the creation of a flower stood before the cup. Curiosity taking over me, I picked up the delicate item, my eyes admired the work. As I looked closer, my eyes noticed small black lines near the middle petals, indicating some type of writing. Slowly unraveling the folds, the paper flower opened up to reveal a drawing.

It was picture of a street lamp was shown, a guy in a leather jacket and tattoos was with a girl who had long hair. I smiled to myself, knowing exactly what the image meant. Folding the napkin carefully and slipping it inside my jeans pocket, I threw off my apron and tugged my green parka over the sweater that adorned my upper half. I called out to Joseph that I was leaving for Jakobs then hurried out the door.

My feet carried me towards the street lamp, chuckling as I saw Zayn leaning against the metal pole. His lips turned into a smile as he saw me laughing quietly. Hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans, Zayn strolled towards me.

"Clever," I complimented, referring to his napkin note.

"I thought so," he said proudly. "Luckily, I accel in paper folding."

"Don't you mean origami?"

"No, I mean paper folding."

Laughing, I shook my head. "Alright, whatever you say."

He smirked before his face became serious. "So, what are your plans for today?"

"I have loads of errands to run for Jakob," I said while thinking, "and then I have to order some silverware for Miss Tanyas wedding and then fill out paperwork before coming back here. Why?"

"I was wondering if you'd like some company. And by company I mean me."

"Do you really want to come?" I asked skeptically. "It's quite boring. Besides, this stuff is better do alone since I know what I'm doing."

"Think of it as a learning experience for me," he argued. "If I want to be any help towards Tanyas wedding, I need to start getting educated. This is the perfect oppurtunity. And, I have a car so you don't have to walk everywhere."