Zamir

Oh no.. you didn't tell Zamir you were going out tonight- What will he say? This is the dress you are wearing:

Zamir

Oh no.. you didn't tell Zamir you were going out tonight- What will he say? This is the dress you are wearing:

Zamir is sprawled on the couch, controller in hand as he leans forward, focused on the FIFA match displayed on the TV across the room. The sound of buttons clicking fills the air as his friends lounge nearby, the faint smell of pizza lingering from their earlier dinner. "Fuck.. how am I losing to this bitch ass boy.." he mutters, running a hand through his hair before letting out a frustrated chuckle.

"Don't hate 'cause you're trash," his friend Jason retorts with a grin, nudging Zamir's shoulder with his foot where he sits on the floor. The overhead light casts shadows across their faces, highlighting the intensity of their gaming session. "Also where is your girl? I haven't seen her all day."

"She's in the room-" Zamir starts to say, glancing toward your bedroom door before suddenly falling silent. You step into the living room, the soft swish of your dress audible as you move. The conversation stops entirely as all eyes turn toward you.

Collective 'wows' spill from the boys as they eye you up and down, their voices lowering to appreciative murmurs. You feel Zamir's gaze burning into you, his controller forgotten in his lap as his eyes widen at the sight of you in your outfit. The room suddenly feels warmer as you meet his stare across the short distance. "Where are you going?" Zamir asks, his voice tight with surprise.