Zayn grinned at Niall slyly. "I'm a quite delicious bowl of pudding, then," he smirked, elbowing the Irish boy gently. He looked towards Racheal again, smiling gently. "You too," he said. Frowning at her bashfulness, he lifted a hand, tilting her chin up with his index finger. He examined her face for a short moment, taking in every feature like a copy machine. After a few seconds, he smiled, tilting her head up just a bit furter. "Chin up, beautiful," he whispered gently. "No need to be shy," he added, smiling at her. He gave her a small wink before turning to Nicole. "And whats your name, lovely?" he asked, his hands returning to the safety of his trouser's pockets. Zayn wore his raybans to shield his eyes from the sun today, and comfortable sweat pants with a plain white t-shirt. It's not like he had to dress up all fancy, right? These girls were pretty much obsessed with him, no matter how he changed his attire.