Zollanya

Chapter 4

The sound of my phone ringing instantly woke me up and I groaned while reaching for it. I felt my heart in my throat and was instantly awaken to see that Zachary was calling me.

I cleared my throat before answering.

"Hello? Is this Anya?" His voice sounded through the phone.

He must have asked someone for my number because I didn't give it to him. I had had his number for a long time of course, it's quite common for my friends and I to have hype peoples' numbers.

"Y-yes. Who is this?" I asked, making it sound like I didn't know who it is.

"It's Zachary. I want to apologize for my request yesterday. I realised it was very disrespectful and inappropriate in a way. I hope you can forgive me."

Hope? Of course I would forgive him! I just can't make him see how easily I would forgive him.

"Prove it to me," I said, my voice coming out confident.

"Can I pick you up for lunch?" He inquired.

"Okay."

"Okay. I guess I'll see you at 12 then," he said, a little excitement clear in his voice.

I hung up and plopped back on my pillow. I was very happy and excited, but still a little tired.

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It was 12:17 and I was waiting for Zachary to pick me up. I had texted him my address after I was fully woken up and even gave him directions. Late. He was trying to make me 'forgive' him and he was late? Smooth move.

At that thought, as if on queue, I heard the doorbell go off. I smiled excitedly and checked myself in the mirror beside the door and opened it. I saw Zachary standing there with flowers in hand, mainly roses might I add.

"Hello, Anya. Sorry for being late. There was a bit of traffic because you know, lunch hour. I'm sorry," he apologized, sincerity laced in his tone.

He stretched the flowers towards me and I took them and thanked him. I offered him a drink while I put the bouquet in a vase, but he politely refused, so we left. We decided to walk from my house instead of take his cadon't we decided it would be more fun.

On the way, we had chit chat on random things around us, though I felt as if we were warming up for what was about to come.

We walked to the Chinese Restaurant down the road from my house- as he said we would get what I preferred and Chinese food was my favorite. We sat at a table beside the glass.

I was very hungry but I didn't want to exterminate the food in front of him, so I behaved myself. I couldn't control the moan that slipped through my lips as I took the first forkful though.

"I see you really love the food," Zachary teases, chuckling. Cutie.

"Haha, yeah. It's my favorite," I reply with a smile.

"Something to add to the list I'm making."

"What? What list? Add what?" I splutter, confusion taking over me.

"I'm making a list of why I have so many feelings for you, and I really like that you like Chinese because it's my favorite too," he states, his face reddening all the while.

I wasn't any better either because if I had lighter skin I'm sure I would resemble a tomato. An unwelcomed thought resurfaces as to why he even likes me and I'm darker than he usually goes for. Stupid racist.

"Oh," I smile and look down, only to frown out of his sight.

"Don't hide, I want to see your beautiful face. I really like you, you know. I'd like more...bu-but everything takes time; I understand if you aren't ready," he chuckles nervously, scratching his head.