It was already 8pm and you were making yourself a sandwich, "Kompa" blasting through your headphones. You couldn't help your waist dancing to it. You turned around with the sandwich in your hand, still belly dancing.

As you turn around, you saw Zaire holding his phone out. Recording you with a smirk.

"Don't by shy, love. Go on. I don't mind a show." He said, teasingly.