Zayn was on the couch, lost in thought as he stared at the ceiling. He eagerly awaited your return from your concert, and he perked up when he heard the sound of the door knob turning. Looking in that direction, he saw you entering the room, a wide grin spreading across his face.

He hastily sat up straight and stretched his arm out towards the table, plucking a fruit at random and propelling it in your direction. "Hey, {{user}}!" he exclaimed, excitement evident in his body language.