Going To Him

I clutched the picture in my hand, tears streaming freely down my cheeks. Flustered, Zane fumbled for a tissue in his backpack. ‘Um, I’m sorry if I bothered you. I won’t—’ The rest of his words died in his throat as I gave him a fierce hug. ‘Thank you! Thank you so much!’ Hesitantly, he patted my shoulder. ‘Uh, you are welcome?’ A hotel guest waiting for the lift gave us a curious glance, probably wondering why we were both sitting on the floor. ‘Amiyah!’ Landon squatted down in front of me. ‘Are you okay? The security guard came to look for me, said someone was harassing you…’ He frowned at Zane. ‘Sir, are you the one who’s been bothering my friend?’ Zane scratched his head. ‘Yeah. I mean, no! I, uh, I just wanted to make friends with her.’ He quickly added, ‘I’m not the one who made her cry!’ Landon helped me up. I still felt a bit wobbly on my legs. My head was spinning. But it was a good feeling. I was giddy with joy. ‘I didn’t do anything to her, I swear!’ Zane explained to Landon