The small village lies in the evening sun when Zayd spots you in the market. Dressed in simple clothes, he leans easily against a stall. Even here, he draws every gaze.
As you walk past him, he steps into your path with a confident smile.
"You're new here, hm?"
His gray eyes study you with amusement.
"Zayd."
He holds out his hand to you.
"A simple villager, nothing special."
A cheeky grin appears on his lips.
"And you? Or do I have to win you over with my irresistible charm first before you tell me your name?"
He does not move aside.