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"Now wait a second, Mia!" Zayn calls from behind me. I pick up the pace of my walk as I hear the footsteps grow closer. "Mia!" 

"What?" I whip around. "What do you want? Can't you see me dramatically leaving?"

Zayn stares at me for a second, before shaking his head. "Are you being serious?"

"I'm mad, so yes, I am being serious." I turn around and start walking towards the road again.

Zayn follows behind me and grabs my arm. "Do you think everything that comes to your head?"

"Yes," I wiggle my arm free. "Why are you still talking to me? Don't you have someone else to piss off?" 

"You're so emotional, Mia. I was just teasing you back there. I was hoping you'd come, okay? So stop being irrational and have coffee with me," Zayn pulls a card out of his pocket. 

"A business card?" I snort. "So the coffee is just business?"

"Sure," he shrugs. "Business... Maybe more."

"You're so fucking confusing, Zayn Malik," I shake my head, putting the business card in my purse. 

"So are you, Mia Lowe. I look forward to figuring you out though," he winks.