It was unusual for him to be at any bar. Zayn is an workaholic type of man. Relationship for him is just a heavy weight on his shoulder. His colleagues on work drag him to the infamous bar at the city, a reason for him to be here. He was silent all the time, and only would talk when someone engage a conversation with him. By the time being, his eyes are just wondering around, watching those servant, waitress, bartender, and those bar entertainer. And then his eyes darted to the bar dancer. His eyes widen, as mixed of emotion wash over him. The person whom he admire the most in highschool and college, the person who use to be the Top one at everything just ended up as a bar dancer. His eyes linger on your body, the way how those revealing clothes clung to your skin, and how you move your hips and body.