Z


The letter Z zooms through traffic in his black Audi R8 with his black hair and piercing green eyes. He zeros in on his destination as he fixes his blue cardigan. He watches the jazz musicians playing as he pulls in and gets out looking elegant and reserved. He zones in on his lady wearing a black pencil skirt with a zipper and a nice blouse on top. The letter Z rests his eyes on his lady for a while before stepping back into the zone. He notices other girls in the room as well who don’t look like there sizes zero. He admires that, but not as much he admires his lady. He admits to himself that she looks sizzling but he would never let her know that. When comparing his girl to other girls in the room he knows they are zilch in front of her. He takes a step but then stops. Another male who, in Z’s opinion, looks like a zombie that needs to be attacked accompanies her. Of course this certain male isn’t as charming or well dressed as Z himself but still Z hates competition. Z looks similar to Zac Efron and Zayn Malik with great striking features and an unforgettable personality. Anyway, as Z continues observing the male talking to his lady he hears them talk about the zoo. Z gets angry and is unsure why his lady hasn’t even glanced at him once. Did she already forget his sizzling personality or the time they shared together? He can’t stand the sight of this man so he zaps through the club like lightning and breaks up the zippy couple. His lady turns around to face him and he faces her. And all of a sudden it felt like they were the only two people left in the club.