.....Samaira....

Next morning the breaking news was I got up at 7.. Yeah true not becoz I had a date but I was actually curious on where was Zach taking me.

I got up from my heaven and completed my morning routine. Then I dressed up into Shocking pink shorts and a one side off white top with pink flower at the only sleeve. I did my hair into a clean rainfall braid and left the rest. I just applied lip balm and eye kohl and yes I was ready to go. I stepped down to have breakfast and as expected no one was awake. I paired my dress with simple white wedges and clipped them on while pouring orange juice for myself.  I was done and was watching tv when my phone rang and there was a message.

"Waiting@ down.
                      -Zach.."

  Later I picked my keys and wallet along with my cell phone and descended downstairs.

To my utter surprise Zach was still wearing lens and was dressed in Dark washed rugged jeans and a plain white v neck. I made my way to him and he just gave a smile while opening the passenger door for me. I thanked him and got in.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Somewhere." he replied with a smirk which I wanted to wash off from his face.

AFTER 30 MINS...

"So, you are not telling me where we are going." I asked for what 40th time.

"Nup." he replied calmly which I guess was a facade because knowing him I knew he could burst out anytime soon.

Within 5 mins we reached a beach side, the place was fully empty except for a constructed cottage kind of dwelling.

Zach got out and intertwined our hand and pulled me towards the cottage.

"Zach what are you doing?" I asked but he continued walking.

"So, here. This is what I wanted to show you." He said while opening the door. It was a beautifully designed and executed restaurant, all the way with colourful furniture. The painting work was still left.

"This is so beautiful. What is it?" I asked in awe.

"This is my restaurant. I designed it, with my income. This place actually belongs to my Grandad and he named it after me in his will. You know Sam this has been my dream since I was 8." He said.

Omg, this person now owns a fucking beautiful restaurant. Yes I know we all are in our final year but still.

"Have you shown it to your parent's?" I asked.

I know stupid question, of course he has. but the reply I got was way beyond shocking.

"No, Dad knows I am upto something but Mom has no idea. I was planning to give it to her on her Birthday, fully complete."

"So what's the harm. Do it." I stated.

"My mom's Birthday is tomorrow. The stuffs required are all ready but we still need to paint it and the workers aren't free today. So....."

I could notice the sadness in his voice and then I came up with an idea. I texted all my friends to meet me here within an hour with all the material required to paint. We knew how to do it, because we had done it once for Zayn's apartment.

For the while Zach made a small dish which he insists is his specialty for me and yes it was damn tasty.

"Like it?" he asked. To be true it was yumm but his already over sized ego did not require a boost so I lied.

"Yeah, its fine."

"Liar.  You loved it."

"How do you know" I asked. So without saying anything he itched forward and wiped a crump off my lips with his thumb. But his hand rested there for a longer period until we heard a car jaming in.

What was that?" he asked. Before I could answer the guys entered with the stuffs.

"Don't tell me?" Zach said.

"yes" was all we shouted and started painting. To sum it up we did finish it by night and it looked beautiful. I and Zach had by mistake spoiled 2-3 walls while fighting with the paint.

After the long day we all sat there and enjoyed our Pizza, when Andy asked, "So what's the name?" and we all turned towards Zach while that idiot was busy with his pizza, when he noticed everyone staring at him, he asked."What?"

"She asked you the name of the restaurant" I replied.

"I don't know."

"i don't like the name" Cam piped in

"Shut up idiot, it's not the name but all he is saying is he doesn't have a good name." Andy said. And this is exactly how we all began thinking for a name. We came up with way too weird names.

"I know, I know. What to keep." I squealed.

"What?" everyone asked.

"Let's keep the name as

           'INTERTWINED.'