- Zayn -
Sitting at a corner table in the lively Boston restaurant, the lights twinkling like stars trapped in glass, I caught Lizzie's eye across the table. She was laughing, the kind of laughter that makes the corners of your mouth stretch wide and fills the room with warmth. It didn't matter if the food was exquisite or if the waitstaff was attentive—her joy was the highlight of the night.
"Did you really think wearing that clown wig to the school dance was a good idea, Sam?" I teased, nudging Trevor with my elbow as Samantha buried her face in her hands.
"Hey, it was a dare! And I got free pizza out of it!" Samantha shot back, her cheeks flushed from laughter. Trevor chuckled, throwing an arm around her shoulders, trying to suppress his own amusement.
"Free pizza's not a bad deal
