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— H O O R —

. . .

The aroma has filled the room and my mouth is filled with water. It smells nice and I can expect the same in taste, too. Zahir complimented them, after all.

“It smells nice,” I say in a whisper as I lean forward, putting my elbows on the table.

“It does,” he replies monotonously, busy with his phone. His thumb is leisurely dragging down whatever is in his cell.

I frown at him. “You can put it down,” I say, waving my hand in front of his face.

He is always busy. He should consider the moment when he is not working and live it to the fullest.

His eyes immediately leave the phone screen as he looks up at me. The blue in his eyes is shining. I can't help but admire them whenever I look into them. How beautiful his eyes are!

I think I am going crazy after his eyes.

“You want me to?” He asks, his phone is still in his grip but his attention is on me now.

I hear the sound of water running on the other side, reminding me of the couple that is working behind the wall.