Ding... Ding...[door bell].
"Coming!" A relatively loud voice booming from inside and key rustling is heard. Lock opens with 'click'. Door opens with light screeching.
Dark hair tousled on his broad forehead, covering his eyebrows. Sick mood.
I: 'Really that man has mood swings more than women'. (Thinking process, taking him in, gulping.)
HISHAM: "I don't think I ordered delivery services." He said in husky voice.
I: 'Did he just wake up?" Inner question.
HISHAM: "Yeah! I was asleep and I've mood swings just like or more than women." (Smiled sarcastically).
I: (Shocked). 'He can hear my thoughts.' (Almost screaming)
HISHAM: "Maybe You should lower your voice, so others may not be disturbed cuz of you." He said jabbing his ear.
I: "You're a shaman?" (Curiosity on peak of mount Everest.)
HISHAM: "May Allah forgive me!" (Hastily.)
I: "But you were hearing my thoughts just a little while ago." (Still eyes wide.)
-----: "It's because you're speaking your mind aloud." (Someone else said trying to peek through the door, from the back of Hisham.
I: "Oh, it's you..." (all knowingly)
-----: "You know me."(surprised)
I: "Yeah, you're his P.A. Tabriz." (Patting eyes with pure innocence)
TABRIZ: "Whatttt.... you just broke my heart pretty girl." (Fake cries)
I: "You know you could be an actor..."
TABRIZ: "Yeah I know, listen to her, Hisham! she has eyes to see a talent. " (cuts me off.)
HISHAM: "Let her complete her sentence, dear Tabriz " (Hisham mocks)
TABRIZ: "Can you repeat it please, he misheard it when I'm being praised." (Boasting)
I: "I said, 'you could be an actor, but with a FLOPPED ' with it." (High pitched voice.)
HISHAM: "She really has an eye, Tabriz, to recognize the real talent." (Hisham: bobbing head in discernment)
Whining he left the scene.
HISHAM: "Why are you still here." (Facing me, all serious)
I: "Uh-oh , for your interview..." (stuttering)
HISHAM: "I don't love her. I'm not gonna tell you anything 'bout my personal stuff." (Suddenly backed, trying to shut the door but fails)
HISHAM: "Why.."
I: "It's my foot." (Cutting him, quickly gestured down , where I've set my foot in the door to halt him)
HISHAM: "What do you need lady?" (Annoyed)
I: "An interview and a sexy, hot and handsome picture of you, along with me." ( eyes shining like brightest stars.
HISHAM: "Ok, but don't tell her, she'll be jealous " (being all cautious)
Took me to cafe at 1st floor of the building. Ordered for two coffees.
I take a selfie hugging his arm.
HISHAM: "you won't print that photo you took, ok. She'll be mad at me. I know she loves me but she won't tell it" (smiling being all timid and sheepish.)
I: 'Here I'm burning with jealousy from that girl and you're still caring for her.) [Thinking]
HISHAM: "What do you mean?" (Not understanding anything.)
I: "You can't, it's not your fault. By the way who is that lucky woman." (Reassuring smile, then again curiously)
HISHAM: "I won't spoil it for my readers." (Being so full of himself)
I: "Too much arrogance" (noted down in diary)
HISHAM: "You can.. I don't want to be scolded by her" (smiling, seeing me taking notes.
I: " when did you start your own business.
Hisham: "Its been about 4 years." (Thinking)
I: " your family?"
HISHAM: "They're in Pakistan. I've to go, I've to spend some quality time with someone."
I: "Who is that @$#&*#$@ her" (scowling)
HISHAM: "Hey li'l girl!watch your mouth. You can't curse my girl. I wouldn't even regard you as a woman if you tried something like that for her...." ( dragon emitting fire balls) [yelling]
I: 'Run!!' (Terrified, shrieking) ignoring him and saying to no one particular, to the exit of the cafe.
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