Lily paced the dim hallway, her fingers fidgeting anxiously as she glanced between her door and Zayn’s.
Three steps forward.
Turn.
Three steps back.
Her heart hammered against her ribs.
“What are you doing?”
The voice made her jump. She turned to see Ezra watching her, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Lily tried to sign to Ezra. But from his expression, she could tell he didn’t understand her.
So, she reached for her notebook. She quickly scribbled.
‘Is Zayn angry with me?’
Ezra’s brow furrowed as he read the note. “No. Why would he be? Did you do something to anger him?” His expression shifted suddenly. “But he did— Never mind, it’s none of your business.”
He turned to leave, but Lily stepped in front of him, blocking his path. Her hands moved in a desperate attempt to sign her question.
Ezra sighed. “I can’t understand those hand gestures. Use your notebook if you want to say something.”
Lily furiously wrote.
‘Please tell me what’s going on with Zayn.’
