"The day I called you an idiot," Emma suddenly said, finally looking at him. Her brown eyes showed a mix of embarrassment and regret. "At the mall. In front of everyone."
"Ah," Zayn said, a slow smile spreading on his face. "That day."
"Yeah, that day." Emma's cheeks were definitely red, the color creeping down her neck. "I was really rude, and I'm sorry. That was my favorite dress, and I was upset, but that's no excuse for how I talked to you."
Zayn could tell she meant it. He found her honesty pretty attractive.
"I get it," he said thoughtfully. "So you're sorry because it was your favorite dress and you were upset?"
"No!" Emma shook her head quickly. "I mean, yes, but not really. I'm sorry for calling you an idiot, no matter how mad I was."
"Better," Zayn said, fighting back a grin.
Emma huffed slightly, caught between feeling embarrassed and irritated. "Are you making fun of me?"
"Would I do that?" Zayn asked innocently.
