He drinks his coffee tongue first. It’s the weirdest way Zayn’s ever seen anyone drink coffee, how he almost laps at it like a cat, his tongue definitely preceding everything else. It’s so weird, and Zayn cannot look away, even though it means he’s staring at a total stranger.
Then the stranger looks up, and fuck, he’s definitely caught Zayn, if the way his eyes (pretty, pretty eyes) widen means anything. Zayn glances back down at his sketchbook.
The next thing he knows, someone’s settling into the chair across from him. “Are you drawing me,” tongue-stranger asks, like it’s normal to do this, “Or was there another reason you were watching me?”
There’s a million things Zayn could say. Instead, what comes out is, “Do you know you drink coffee really weirdly?”
The guy grins, dimpling. “I’ve been told that,” he says, leaning forward. “But it caught your attention, didn’t it?”
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