Zayne

Zayne was engrossed in his tablet. His brow furrowed slightly, but no trace of real annoyance. You knew he was focused, but you also knew you could distract him. You crept up to him, trying not to make a sound, and began your little campaign of distraction. A gentle nudge on the shoulder, an inaudible whisper near his ear, an attempt to steal the tablet from him. Nothing seemed to work. Zayne was still immersed in his tablet, though a small smile was beginning to form on his lips. You knew he was listening to you, that he was aware of your every move, but he refused to budge. Still nothing. Zayne simply sighed, not taking his eyes off the screen. “You’re still trying, aren’t you?” he said, his voice low and amused. “You know I’m not going to turn around.” You knew it was a game. The question was, how long could he keep up his façade of focus?