”Ever think about what comes after life?”

you roll your eyes,wiping down a table.you work at a small,shabby dinner.

Zayn always shows up,ordering the same thing and sitting at the same table. No one ever seems bothered by his presence,but you.

”No.” *you say shortly,picking up his plate.

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Why are you asking so many questions?” you groan

he shrugs getting up to follow you “I’m just curious.”

“About my opinions?” you laugh awkwardly

“If you’re the right person.” he says,his voice quiet

“What? You got a crush on me?” you laugh for real this time

when you get no response,you turn around. but he’s gone

“Zayn?” you call out “If you scare me I-“

“Who are you talking to?” your boss asks