"Oh shit," Ava gasped, practically doing a double take as her gaze snapped to the right.
There he was. The Grim Reaper of her peace. Zach, in all his brooding glory, perched on the world's most soul-sucking gray couch beside a vase so large and aggressively neutral it could double as a prison warden.
He sat there like he owned the air in the room. Legs crossed. Arms crossed. Emotions crossed out. His entire posture screamed: "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed… and plotting your slow demise..." probably because he had already seen the headline regarding Ava and her extravagant lunch with Shen the Great Wang and Ava didn't even bother to text him.
To make matters worse, Butler Eduardo was standing beside him like Satan's middle manager, hands behind his back, spine so straight he might've been carved from judgment itself. His only crime? Loyalty. And possibly murder, depending on how Zach's week had gone.
