Zayn looked over at the girl, staring at her intensely. “Probably” He shrugged before running his fingers through his short dark locks. “Nothing much” He said quietly. Zayn wasn’t the type to talk. And her being a stranger wasn’t going to help.
Karla shrugged, she could tell she wasn’t going to be able to help him because she was a stranger, and c’mon, who really talked to strangers about their problems. “Okay.” She said and smiled. “Well, since you don’t want to talk about it, lets fet your mind off of it.” She said smiling. “20 Questions?” She asked looking over at him.
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