Here's the English translation of your story, maintaining the original tone and phrasing:
Hours passed as if they were minutes.
There was a light, sweet, and spontaneous conversation between them,
About food flavors,
And about the difference between the streets of Sana'a and Tokyo,
About the difficulty of the Japanese language for Ahmed,
And about Misaki's memories from her elementary school.
Faint laughter, quiet glances,
And a strange sense of security neither of them expected to find in the other.
But when their voices lowered,
And the laughter retreated into the corners of the night,
Ahmed looked at the small clock hanging on the wall,
And was surprised...
It was three o'clock past midnight.
He gasped lightly and quickly stood up.
Ahmed (in Japanese, with concern):
"Misaki... it's very late!
Your parents must be worried now."
Misaki's eyes widened in surprise, then she looked at her watch,
As if she had completely forgotten time in his presence.
Misaki (in a low voice):
"Oh... I didn't notice the time..."
Ahmed stood up and gently extended his hand towards her,
His eyes carrying a mixture of responsibility and kindness.
Ahmed:
"Come on... I'll take you myself."
She looked at him, then offered a small smile,
And said nothing,
But her facial features seemed to say:
"Thank you... for being here."
And they went out together quietly,
Walking in the Tokyo night,
Where the souls were more awake than the streets.