"Hey, have I seen you somewhere before?" she asked as she peered up at his face.
Again, Zen winked at her. "Maybe, maybe not."
"Are you going to be this cryptic the entire evening?"
"Maybe."
Amy sighed, rolling her eyes at the man's antics. "I'm starting to wonder if I can really trust you."
Zen laughed merrily. "If you must know, I am an actor. Does that help?"
Amy shook her head. She still couldn't remember where she had seen him.
"Well, that's not important anyways. Let's focus on our time now. Are you thirsty still?"
"Not really. I just went to the bar to get away from Jumin."
Zen chuckled. "I have a feeling we're going to get along great."
Amy felt herself begin to blush. For some reason, she felt the same way.
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Mystic Messenger: Losing the Script (Zen x OC)
FanfictionAmethyst "Amy" Hall is sick of her life. She is sick of having no voice. She is sick of her father running her life. She is sick of being manipulated like a puppet. She is sick of being seen as nothing more than a tool to further the success of her...
