Zain and Zelia woke up tangled in blankets.
Her legs already wrapped around his waist like it was natural.
She yawned and stretched without letting go.
"You're not slipping away today."
She pulled him tighter.
"We're doing everything. All day."
Zain blinked at her stubborn grin, then smirked.
"Everything?"
"Yes. Karaoke, movie, arcade, food."
"No missions. No Savra."
He sat up, grabbing his shirt.
"Fine. But if you lose to me in racing again, you're carrying all the snacks."
"I won't lose."
She flipped out of bed, barefoot, already pulling on a sleeveless hoodie.
"Let's go before you find an excuse."
They stepped out of their VIP cabin zone, drawing glances.
Zain ignored everyone.
Zelia just stuck close, arm looped through his.
First stop, karaoke lounge.
Zelia grabbed the mic before the screen loaded.
"I'm doing the first song."
Zain leaned back on the couch, arms behind his head.
"Go on. Entertain me."
