Zain's POV
I drove toward the movie theater, timing my arrival just as the film wrapped up. Couples poured out of the building in waves.
Young pairs walked hand in hand, looking cozy and flirtatious. Some got bold enough to keep making out right there on the sidewalk.
Watching the scene, I couldn't stop myself from imagining Blanche and Vincent inside that theater—were they kissing too?
Based on the showtime, they'd probably caught a horror movie.
And honestly, whoever pitched the horror flick definitely had ulterior motives.
I stood by the curb, getting more pissed off with every passing second.
Finally, I spotted Blanche and Vincent emerging from the lobby together after the crowd cleared out.
The night air was freezing, and the moment they stepped outside, Vincent slipped his jacket around Blanche's shoulders.
Before Blanche could even say thanks, I stormed over, my face stone cold and my eyes blazing with fury. My glare cut through the air like a blade.
