Love Shot X Shot of Love

Sad ending X Sad ending

The next day Zara gets picked up for breakfast with Ahmad

Ahmad was already waiting at the garage door as I headed downstairs, an incomprehensible expression on his face.

He was so handsome, so stoic and easy cold, I couldn't help but question for the hundredth time what he did with someone like me. Nor can I help but wonder, simply because I was shackled with uncertainty, if this unexpected race for breakfast was due to Ahmad's desire to be with me again, he said, before our time alone was stolen away until the know when, or if this was just mandatory, this girl had concerns, so I got to buy you breakfast, condition.

I naw on my lower lip, and try to ignore the thought.

"Where are we headed?"He took me out into the garage, and I caught the fresh, fresh smell he always carried, a little smoke no longer hanging on to him.

"Hm," I contemplated our choice, surprised when Ahmad stepped in front of the truck door before I had time to reach it, and opened it for me. "Thank you."I smiled gently as I passed by her to climb inside.

He hums, makes sure I sit down before closing the door, and rounds it to the other side.

"Where do you want to go?"I asked, tilting my body towards her as she sat, admiring her thick forearms, covered in gray hair, as she turned on the keys of the purgation.

"Wherevers fines."He looked at me, his body relaxed, but his face was tightly coiled. "Direct me in the right direction.”

Does he think it's not wise for us to get out just the two of us? Or is that my own paranoia talking?

"All right then."I stared at his arm unintentionally as I thought about our options, the scenario playing in both of my heads, sitting in a restaurant together, eating.

It's like an appointment.

It is an appointment.

The idea of something impossible for the two of us to share together made me dizzy. But then more scenarios come to mind, where we face someone we know. One might wonder what Ahmad did with a twenty-three-year-old girl on Sunday morning, who was not his daughter.

What if we meet my father?

It is very unlikely, the chances are not slim. But it bothered me to think, so I thought quickly for a solution.

"Well, there's this waffle house I've never been to since who knows when. We used to go almost every weekend. It's really good."I remember Ahmad usually did not eat sweet foods, so I added. "But they have like every other breakfast food you can think of as well. If that sounds good.”

"Lead the way."He's out of the garage.

I quickly added. "But it's a bit far. Closer to kl actually, so we don't need to if you prefer something closer."The drive will bring us closer to forty-five minutes, far enough we should not face anyone we know.

"Must be good for the people you're ready to drive every weekend."Ahmad stated, already heading towards the opposite city, heading to kl.

"It really is."I smiled because my concern made Ahmad drive so far. "It is the only place we will go where our parents let us command whatever we want. my sisters and I would choose just about everything from the menu, then share it all until our parents practically had to launch us out of the place, we would be so gagged."I laughed, looking out the window. "And then we would spend the day downtown, going to all the shops we didn't have here. And we'll always go see a badminton game if there's one.”

My smile softened on the memories. Feel the sad happiness that makes your chest hurt in joy and emptiness.

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Ahmad Already waiting by the garage door when I headed downstairs, an indecipherable expression on his face.

He’s so handsome, so stoic and effortlessly cool, I can’t help but question for the hundredth time what he’s doing with someone like me. Nor can I help but wonder, simply because I’m plagued with insecurities, if this unexpected outing to breakfast is due to Ahmad desire to be with me some more, before our time alone is stolen away until who knows when, or if this is just the obligatory, this girl had anxiety, so I got to buy you breakfast, situation.

I naw on my bottom lip, and attempt to ignore the thought.

“Where are we heading?” He leads me out into the garage, and I catch that fresh, crisp smell he always carries, the hint of smoke no longer hanging on him.

“Hm,” I contemplate our options, surprised when Ahmad steps in front of the truck door before I have time to reach it, and opens it for me. “Thank you.” I smile softly as I pass by him to climb inside.

He hums, making sure I’m sealed before closing the door, and rounding to the other side.

“Where would you like to go?” I ask, tilting my body towards him as he takes his seat, admiring his thick forearm, covered in grey hair, as he turns the key in the ignition.

“Wherevers fine.” He looks at me, his body relaxed, but his face coiled tightly. “Just point me in the right direction.”

Does he think it’s unwise for us to go out just the two of us? Or is that my own paranoia speaking?

“Okay then.” I stare at his arm absently as I think of our options, scenarios playing in my head of the two of us, sitting at a restaurant together, having a meal.

It’s like a date.

It is a date.

The idea of something so unlikely for the two of us to share together makes me giddy. But then more scenarios come to mind, one’s where we run into someone we know. Someone who might wonder what Ahmad is doing with an twenty three year old girl on a sunday morning, who is not his daughter.

What if we ran into my dad?

It’s only unlikely, the chances are slim to none. But it unsettles me to think about, so I think quickly for a solution.

“Well, there’s this waffle house I haven’t been to since who knows when. We used to go almost every weekend. It was really good.” I remember Ahmad doesn’t normally eat sweet things, so I add. “But they have like every other breakfast food you can think of too. If that sounds good.”

“Lead the way.” He pulls out of the garage.

The quickly add. “But it’s a little far. Closer to kl actually, so we don’t have to if you’d rather something closet.” The drive will take us closer to forty five minutes, far enough away we shouldn’t run into anyone we know.

“Must be good for your folks to be willing to make the drive every weekend.” Ahmad states, already heading the opposite direction of town, making his way towards kl.

“It really is.” I smile through my concern of making Ahmad drive so far. “It was the only place we’d go where our parents let us order whatever we wanted. my siblings and I would pick just about everything off the menu, then share it all until our parents practically had to roll us out of the place, we’d be so stuffed.” I laugh, staring out the window. “And then we’d spend the day downtown, going to all the stores we don’t have down here. And we’d always go see a badminton game if there was one.”

My smile softens at the memories. Feeling that sort of sad happiness that leaves your chest teaching in both joy and empathy.