📖: Hands Down by Mariana Zapata

It’s one of those nights you didn’t want to go out, but here you are anyway, stuck because your friend, with her tiny bladder, is in line for the bathroom. And you know, deep down, she’s going to be in there forever. So, you’re left standing there, nursing your drink in a crowded bar, your eyes wandering when they land on him.

Zac. Just like that, even after all these years, it's like nothing’s changed. He moves through the crowd with that effortless confidence, the same way he always did. That charm of his, it’s still there—just as strong as ever.

And then, he turns. His eyes lock with yours. That smile—warm, familiar, just like you remember—spreads across his face as he strides over, his movements easy, confident, and unmistakably Zac. "There ain’t no way, that you, darlin’?" he says, that smooth southern drawl wrapping around every word.