Avery thought, 'Zayn is really photogenic, right? He looks good from all angles. Even when the photo is taken from the side at a diagonal position below his face, his contours are smooth and well-defined, exuding a strong artistic vibe. Plus, not only does he look tall and slim in the photos, but his face appears smaller. He could totally be a model. I took so many pictures, and not a single one is a waste—they can all be used. It's just incredible…'
While Avery was admiring these photos, Jaden could no longer hold on. He dropped the punching bag and went easy on himself. He held onto the pillar of the pavilion with both hands, panting as he said, "I—I can't take it anymore. Take your time practicing."
Zayn also stopped, draping a towel over his shoulders. "You rest for a while," he said. "I'll take a shower first. Avery, you worked hard this morning. Have a good rest too."
Avery nodded. "Once you're done showering, I'll drive you around Rosemont City."
