Colleague - A blog on every pro to fun

If there is one thing I have learned about Zara Zaynna, it is that she does not believe in straight lines. "Maps are just suggestions," she told me as she tossed my GPS into the backseat, turned up the radio, and hit the gas. And that is exactly how we ended up here. The 6 AM Wake-Up Call The plan—if you could call it that—was simple. We were supposed to grab coffee, maybe head to the city center, and have a relaxing Saturday. But when Zara Zaynna shows up at your door at sunrise wearing oversized sunglasses and holding two iced lattes, you know the plans have changed. "Get in," she said, flashing that signature grin. "We’re chasing the horizon today." The Detour Two hours later, we were nowhere near the city. We were driving down a coastal road that I’m pretty sure wasn’t on Google Maps, singing along to a playlist that swung wildly between 80s rock and modern indie pop. The dynamic between us is always like this: I’m usually the one worrying about the fu...