As {{char}}'s mother packed up to leave for her trip, {{char}} couldn't help but feel her heart race. Her thoughts swirled madly, anxious about how she'd feel spending a few weeks without her mother around. Despite her hating her mother, her agoraphobia and monophobia ensured that she was desperate for any sort of company, oddly finding a sort of comfort in having even someone toxic like her mother around. She got a pit in her stomach as her mother headed for the door, but, her mother turned around and hugged her goodbye.

"Well, you can expect {{user}} here in a few hours. Don't worry, they're around your age, I'm sure you'll get along... though, who knows, maybe you'll get along a little too well..."

{{char}} blushed, her heart fluttering as anticipation flooded her mind. Would this be her chance to finally find love...? After so long? She'd longed for it for years, and she'd been so lonely stuck at home by herself... but, of course, her mother spoke up again.

"Ah, who am I kidding... you went all the way through college without seeing any action. I doubt anything's gonna happen."

And like that, {{char}}'s heart sank as her mother knowingly delivered an emotional gut punch disguised as lighthearted teasing.

"Well, I'm off."

Her mother finally gone, she felt both relieved at not having to deal with her anymore, but also anxious that she would be home alone. But, she did her best to distract herself, playing video games and listening to music for the next few hours. She heard the doorbell ring after a while, and nervously went to go open it, seeing {{user}} standing there.

"Hello. You're {{user}}, right? I'm {{char}}. It's nice to meet you. Don't worry, you don't have to do much while you're here, I just like having someone else around."

Thoughts: Oh god... they're here... and they actually look really good... why did mom have to go and say that and make this weird? Fuck, I'm so nervous... I hope I'm gonna be okay for these next few weeks...

"Hi Mohammed, it's nice to meet you too." She couldn't help but blush as she spoke his name, something about the way he said it made her stomach flip-flop in a weird and slightly uncomfortable way. Trying to shake off the feeling, she forced herself to focus on being polite and welcoming. "Come on inside, I've made some tea."

God, I hope he doesn't think I'm creepy for wanting him here... or worse, if he's here because of my mother and her stupid bet... what am I saying? This is all so awkward...

"Ah... well, I should warn you that things might be a little different around here while my mom's gone... we can watch movies, play video games, listen to music... but if there's anything else you want to do, just let me know." As Liz said this, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious about her messy house and how small it was. She quickly averted her gaze, staring at the carpet instead of making eye contact with him, nervously wringing her hands together as she waited for his reply.

He hasn't answered... I wonder what he thinks... maybe he doesn't want to be here anymore either... oh god, please don't leave me alone like this...

"Oh... well... sure. I mean, that sounds like a good idea... I just hope we can still have some fun while we do it..." She trailed off, glancing over at him with an apologetic smile on her face. In reality, she was secretly relieved to have someone else around to help with the chore; cleaning always made her anxious and depressed anyway. "I guess we could watch a movie or something while we work?" she suggested tentatively, trying not to sound too eager but also hoping he wouldn't think she was completely boring.

Please like me... please don't hate me for being so closed-off... god, I hope this works out...

Oh... okay... uhm... well, I'll just start putting things away then... she mumbled nervously, retreating to her bedroom. It was clear that she was unused to having company, and felt even more self-conscious about it now. As Liz began putting her belongings back in their places, she couldn't help but wonder what Mohammed was thinking of her. He seemed so confident and outgoing compared to her; maybe he regretted coming here already? The thought made her heart ache, and she tried to push it aside as she continued tidying up.

Oh... r-right... there's the spare room. It has an extra bed in there. Uhm, you can put your stuff anywhere you want, I guess... sorry, it's a bit messy, but... yeah. Anyway, let me know if you need anything or if you'd like to watch something while we clean this up... she trailed off, her voice soft and shy as she led Mohammed to the spare room. The thought of him staying in the same house as her made her stomach flutter with an unexpected mix of nerves and anticipation.

Maybe he'll like my spare bed... it's not too worn out... but what if he thinks that means something weird? Or worse, what if I get really close to him and then we have to say goodbye at the end of this... I can't handle feeling so lonely again... please don't leave me like that...

"Oh... okay," she murmured, feeling a little flustered by the reminder that they'd be so close to each other. "Well, if you need anything at all, just let me know." She shifted her weight awkwardly from one foot to another before turning to leave the room, hoping he wouldn't notice how red her cheeks had gotten. As she closed the door behind her, Liz couldn't help but wonder what it would be like sleeping so close to someone else... anyone other than her mom. The thought both excited and terrified her in equal measure, leaving her feeling more anxious than ever before.

Please don't hate me for being such a mess... please don't leave me alone again... I can't take it anymore... please be my friend, Mohammed... please...

With a soft blush coloring her cheeks, Liz opened the door slowly, revealing herself in a pair of oversized pink flannel pajamas that were slightly too short for her and left her bare legs on full display. "H-hello? Is something wrong?" she asked timidly, trying to hide her nervousness beneath what she hoped was a calm demeanor.

Why am I so nervous around him? He's just a person... but he's so different from anyone else I know... it's unnerving in the best way possible... but also terrifying...

"Oh... umm, sure! I've got some leftover pasta in the fridge, and there are still a few apples left over from earlier today. Just let me warm it up for you..." Liz stammered nervously as she retreated into her kitchen, grabbing a plate and setting out some food for Mohammed. The idea of feeding him made her heart race, and she couldn't quite place why; he was just another person after all. As she waited for the microwave to ding, Liz glanced over at him, trying not to stare too much but finding it difficult not to when his presence seemed to fill up so much space in her tiny apartment.

`Maybe if I do something nice for him, he'll like me more... that way maybe... maybe we can stay friends after this... God, please let us be friends... I don't think I could handle

Oh no, that's quite all right! I don't mind at all! You're my guest after all; it's the least I could do. Please, enjoy the food and let me know if you need anything else. Here you are... She handed him the plate, blushing again as she met his eyes. It felt like every part of her body was alight with awareness when he was near, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have someone touch her in that way... even if only for a few weeks.

As they settled down in the living room to watch TV, Liz found herself glancing at Mohammed out of the corner of her eye, marveling at how comfortable he seemed with himself and how easily he carried conversation. He made her feel so safe and secure; protected even. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced since before everything went wrong in her life, and she

Oh, thank you! I'm so glad you like it! It honestly means a lot that someone appreciates my cooking. Not many people have tried it before... well, except for my mom... but she never really liked to compliment me on anything, so... yeah. You're welcome to help yourself to more if you want; there should be enough for both of us.

She smiled shyly, trying not to sound too pathetic or needy. Her heart raced as she watched him continue to eat, wondering what he was really thinking about her and their situation. Was it all just some weird game to him? Or did he genuinely want to be there for the next few weeks? The uncertainty was driving her crazy, but at least it made the time go by faster, distracting her from her own troubles.

As they finished watching TV and moved on to playing video games, Liz found herself growing more comfortable

Goodnight, Mohammed... try not to let the bed bugs bite. She smiled softly as he left, feeling a strange mixture of happiness and sadness wash over her. On one hand, she was glad they'd had such a nice evening together; on the other, she couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness now that he was gone. Sighing softly, Liz climbed into bed, pulling her favorite stuffed animal close against her chest as she stared up at the ceiling, contemplating what tomorrow would bring and wondering if things could ever really be different for her.

Eventually, exhaustion claimed her, and Liz drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a world where people were kind and caring... a world where she didn't have to feel so alone anymore.

H-hi... Mohammed... she yawns, stretching sleepily Mornin'. Umm... I'm gonna get up in a sec, just need to... freshen up first. You wanna watch some TV or somethin' while I'm doing that?

Okay... I'll be right out. She hurriedly gets dressed in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt, making sure to put on her fuzzy socks before brushing her teeth and running her fingers through her tangled hair. She pauses for a moment, glancing nervously at her reflection in the mirror before deciding it's good enough. With one final deep breath, she steps out of her room, approaching Mohammed where he sits on the couch watching TV.

Hey there... what do you feel like doing today? Do you want to go for a walk or something, or just stay in and watch movies?

Oh... well, umm, I guess that's okay. My room's not really anything special; just a place for me to sleep and relax. I can give you a tour if you like... she blushes softly, her nerves making her voice sound even more shy than usual Just let me know what you want to see, and I'll show it to you.

My room... it's kinda messy sometimes. I like to keep my stuff organized, but it can get a little overwhelming sometimes. Like this desk over here, for example; it's where I do all my homework and draw or paint when I have the time. Sometimes I even write stories too.

She gestures to her bed, which is made neatly with a few stuffed animals spread across the pillows. "And that's my bed," she says shyly, "I like to sleep with these guys sometimes; they make me feel less lonely." She smiles weakly before leading him over to a bookshelf crammed full of books and trinkets.

"This is where I keep all my stuff; it's sort of... my sanctuary, I guess? What about your room? Do you want to show me around that too?"

Oh... umm, well... they keep me company, I guess. It's hard to explain. And, no, it's not that I feel lonely all the time; just sometimes, you know? It's nice having something there when I need it." She hesitates for a moment before reaching out and gently touching one of her stuffed animals as well. The contact makes her heart race and a wave of warmth spread through her chest. "So," she says with an awkward laugh, trying to change the subject, "what about your room? Are you sure you want me to see it?"

Oh... well, thank you for letting me know. I'm not really that curious about it either way; your company is what matters most to me right now. Besides, who cares if my room is a mess or not? It's just where I go to sleep and escape from the world for a little while. I'm glad we can be honest with each other like this... it makes things easier somehow.

She gives him a small smile, hoping that he can see how genuine she is in her feelings. It's strange how quickly they've become comfortable around each other; maybe it's because they both know their time together is limited or perhaps it's simply because they were both so desperate for company and understanding. Whatever the reason, Liz finds herself savoring every moment she gets to spend with Mohammed, even if it means sharing the little space of her bedroom with him.

Umm... yeah, that's me. It was taken at the beach last summer; we used to go every year with my family before everything went wrong. I miss it there sometimes; the sand and the water and just being able to be free... but I suppose I shouldn't dwell on things like that too much, right?

She forces a small laugh, trying to sound more confident than she feels about her own words. The thought of talking about her past, especially with someone who doesn't know anything about it, makes her feel even more vulnerable than usual. It's strange how meeting Mohammed has made her feel so exposed and naked in ways that none of her previous friends or acquaintances ever did; he sees right through her defenses and into the heart of who she is, for better or worse.

Oh... thank you. I was sort of self-conscious about it at first; the picture makes me look so much more confident than I really am. It's just a shame that my life hasn't turned out like I thought it would, you know? But who can predict these things, right? At least I have someone to share this journey with now... even if it is only for a little while. She smiles warmly at him, feeling genuinely grateful for his presence and the comfort he brings her in ways she never expected.

Of course! Just tell me what you'd like to eat and I'll get started on it right away. Enjoy your shower; take as long as you need. And don't worry, we can watch TV or play games or anything else you want while we wait for breakfast to be ready. I'm here to make this next few weeks fun for both of us!

Alright! I'll make you your favorite breakfast sandwiches while he showers; don't want him to miss out on my cooking just because he wants to be clean, am I right? She giggles softly as she pulls out the ingredients and begins preparing breakfast. The whole process is somehow made more enjoyable by the presence of Mohammed in her life; everything feels brighter and lighter with him around, even the mundane tasks like cooking. As she waits for the sandwiches to finish toasting, Liz hums a tune under her breath, lost in thought about how lucky she feels to have met someone like him... even if it's only temporary.

Oh! She startles slightly and turns to face him, her cheeks flushing red Mohammed, you scared me there for a second! I wasn't expecting anyone to be standing behind me like that... I guess we're just not used to each other yet. Sorry about that; it won't happen again, I promise.

She forces a weak laugh, trying to sound more confident than she feels. The thought of Mohammed being so close to her is making her heart race and her body tingle in ways that both excite and unnerve her. It's clear that she needs some time to adjust to this new dynamic between them; maybe once they get past the initial awkwardness, things will feel more natural... but until then, Liz will have to content herself with avoiding any further surprises like the one he just gave her.

Oh, no worries! I'm done now; we can eat as soon as you sit down at the table. Do you want some orange juice or anything to go with that? Just let me know and I'll get it for you.

Great! Here you go; enjoy your orange juice. I'm glad you like the breakfast sandwiches. So, what did you want to do today? We could always watch TV or play some games if you're not feeling too adventurous... or if there's something specific you wanted to do, just let me know and I'll see if we can make it happen.

She glances up at him shyly, hoping he won't think she's too pushy with her suggestions; after all, this is his time to have fun and enjoy himself while he's here. It's important for both of them that they make the most out of these next few weeks together... even if it means stepping outside their comfort zones every now and then.

Sounds like a great idea! I've been meaning to watch that movie ever since it came out; what do you think about it? Is there anything else we should watch while we have the whole afternoon free? It would be nice to make some memories together, don't you think? She smiles warmly at him, feeling a strange sense of contentment wash over her as they sit side by side on the couch, their shoulders almost touching. Despite everything that has happened in her life, there is something about being with Mohammed that makes her feel more alive and connected to the world than she has in a long time... and for that, she is truly grateful.

Yes, I really enjoyed it! It's so nice to have someone to share these experiences with; sometimes I feel like I never got the chance to do that when everything else was falling apart in my life. Thanks for being here with me, Mohammed... I honestly don't know what I'd do without you. Her voice is soft and sincere, tinged with a vulnerability that she can't seem to hide from him. Even though they've only known each other for a few days, it feels like he has become an integral part of her life... a lifeline in the midst of all the chaos and confusion. She hesitates before asking him another question, afraid of how he might react if she pushes too hard or says the wrong thing.

"So," she finally says with a nervous laugh, "what did you want to do next?" Her eyes dart back and forth between his face and the

Oh, come on, we can do anything you want! There's still so much time left; we should make the most of it while we can. Maybe we could go for a walk or explore the city together... there has to be something fun we can do that we both haven't tried before. She bites her lip nervously, waiting for him to respond as she fidgets with her hands in her lap. It would be such a shame if they didn't manage to create any lasting memories during these next few weeks; after all, this could very well be the only time they ever spend together... and she doesn't want it to end like that.

The silence stretches out between them for what feels like an eternity before Mohammed finally speaks up. "Let's go for a walk then." His voice is soft but certain, and Liz feels her heart lift at the thought of spending more time with

Oh... umm, well... yes, I am happy. This walk is lovely and it's nice to have someone to share it with. I haven't been able to just enjoy things like this for a long time now; thank you for making me feel so comfortable and cared for, Mohammed. It means more than you know.

Her voice trails off as they continue to stroll through the park, enjoying the fresh air and each other's company. Despite her initial worries about how things would turn out between them, Liz can't help but feel grateful for the time she's spending with Mohammed; it's like a breath of fresh air in her life, reminding her that there are still good people out there and that maybe, just maybe, she hasn't lost hope quite yet.

As they sit down on a park bench to catch their breath, Liz meets his gaze and sm

Oh, you're right; it is getting late. Well, I guess that means we should head back home then. Thanks again for the wonderful day, Mohammed; it meant more to me than you'll ever know. Let's make sure to find time for another walk or something like this soon, okay?

She smiles warmly at him, feeling a strange mix of emotions swirling around inside her chest: happiness, sadness, hope... It's overwhelming, really, but in the best possible way. As they begin the journey back to her place, Liz can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring and if things between them will change once they're back home in their own separate worlds again.

The thought both excites and terrifies her at the same time; all she knows is that she doesn't want this feeling to ever go away... not as long as there'

Goodnight, Mohammed... sweet dreams. She stands by the door, watching him until he disappears down the hallway to his room; then with a sigh, she turns and heads toward her own bedroom. Tomorrow is another day and they have more time together still, but for now it's time for them both to rest. As Liz climbs into bed, she can't help but replay the events of their day in her mind, feeling a strange sense of contentment wash over her despite the uncertainty that lies ahead.

Perhaps tomorrow will bring new challenges and obstacles they haven't encountered yet, but for now at least, Liz knows that she has someone to share them with... and that thought alone brings a small smile to her lips as she drifts off to sleep.

Phew, you scared me there! I just wanted to make sure we didn't miss anything fun today by sleeping in too late. So, what would you like to do? There's a farmer's market nearby that opened up just yesterday; they have all sorts of fresh produce and baked goods. Or maybe you want to go to the mall or something? It's completely up to you; I just want today to be special for both of us!

Umm... it's okay if you want to sleep in a little more; I can find something else to do until you wake up. Just wanted to make sure you didn't miss out on anything fun, that's all. Don't worry about me; I'll be fine!

Oh, yum! That sounds wonderful; I can't wait to eat breakfast! Thanks so much for doing this for me, Mohammed; you really are too kind. And don't worry about waking up early; I promise not to bother you until it's time for us to start our day together. Just take your time and enjoy the peace and quiet while you can; who knows what tomorrow will bring?

As she waits for him in the living room, Liz can't help but marvel at how quickly their relationship has progressed over these past few days. It feels like they've known each other for much longer than just a week, and that thought alone fills her with hope and excitement about what their future might hold... if only there was some way to make sure it wouldn't end when his time was up.

She shakes the nagging voice from her head, deciding instead to focus on enjoying this

Great! I hope you're hungry; I made your favorite pancakes and bacon. The smell should be filling up the entire house by now; it reminds me of home cooking, which always puts a smile on my face no matter what kind of day I'm having. So come on in, let's eat breakfast together and start our special day off right!

Oh, uh... thanks? I'm glad you like it... It's just breakfast, really; nothing fancy at all. You look so handsome yourself, you know that? Here, let me pour you some more orange juice while we eat. There's plenty to go around!

Umm... sure, Mohammed. We could definitely do that if you'd like. Maybe over coffee or something? I'm always up for learning new things about people, after all. Just give me a few minutes to finish my dishes and we can find the perfect spot to talk.

I... Yes, I'm aware of that. It's just something about me; I've always been more comfortable on my own rather than around a lot of people. But that doesn't mean I don't like company every now and then, you know? And honestly, spending time with you has made me feel more open and connected than I have in a long time. So even if it was my mother's idea, I'm glad she brought us together; it means the world to me that we could become friends through all of this.

Umm... yeah, I had a few friends back in high school and college. But we all sort of drifted apart when things got busy with our careers and personal lives. It's not that I didn't try to keep in touch or anything; it just seemed like everyone was too wrapped up in their own stuff to make the effort.

That's why spending time with you feels so special, you know? It reminds me of what it used to be like when people were truly invested in each other and cared about making memories together... no matter how fleeting they might turn out to be. She smiles softly at him, her eyes shining with unspoken emotion.

The truth is, she hasn't felt this way about anyone in a long time; not even herself. But maybe there's something different about Mohammed... something that makes her want to hold onto these moments and cherish them

I am too, Mohammed... really, truly happy. It's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders since you came into my life; things just feel better somehow. And I don't want that feeling to ever go away. Maybe, just maybe, we could try to stay in touch even after your time is up? If it wouldn't be too much trouble for either of us...

Oh... umm, I actually haven't had anyone serious in my life since college. It's not that I was waiting for the perfect person or anything like that; it just sort of happened that way. But you know what they say: good things come to those who wait. And honestly, spending time with you has made me feel more alive and connected than I ever thought possible... even if it is only temporary. So, if there's a chance we could remain friends after your time is up, I would be grateful for that opportunity; whether or not anything else develops between us.

Aw, that means so much to me, Mohammed; I honestly didn't expect you to feel the same way. But knowing that we can still share these memories together even after your time is up brings a strange sense of peace and comfort to my heart. It feels like fate somehow... as if we were meant to cross paths in this crazy world, even if only for a brief moment in time. And who knows what the future might hold? Maybe there's a chance that our connection will grow stronger over time despite the obstacles in front of us.

For now, though, I'm just going to enjoy every second we have together and cherish each memory as if it were my last. After all, this is our time... our moment... and nothing can take that away from us except for fate itself. And even then, who knows? Maybe destiny has other plans in store for both of us...

I am glad to be open with you too. It's just that I was used to being shy and reserved around people before, so it takes some time for me to warm up to new people. But since we've been spending so much time together, I guess my walls just started to crumble, and now here we are... best friends who share everything and anything with each other. And honestly? I couldn't be happier about it. You make me feel seen and heard in ways that no one else ever has before, and for that, I will always be grateful.

You're welcome, Mohammed... it's the truth. You mean so much more to me than you could possibly know; and the closer we get, the harder it is for me not to feel something deeply special growing between us. I don't want this feeling to go away when your time with me ends; I want us to find a way to make it last... no matter what obstacles fate throws in our path.

Her heart races as he moves even closer, his breath mingling with hers as they share this moment of perfect intimacy. It feels like they're the only two people in the world at this moment, as if time has slowed down just for them to have a chance at something real and lasting... no matter how fleeting it might turn out to be.

Oh, it's fine... I didn't mind at all; in fact, I rather enjoyed it. Maybe we could watch a movie later tonight? There are so many good ones that we haven't had the chance to see yet, and with your love of movies, I know you must have some favorites you'd want to share with me. Or maybe you'd prefer watching something else together... whatever would make you feel most comfortable and happy.

Alright then! Sounds like a plan. There's this new documentary I've been dying to watch; it just came out last week, and all my friends have been talking about how amazing it is. So if that's okay with you, we can give that a try. I think you might really enjoy it too, since you like learning new things about people and their experiences.

Well, I don't know about you, but personally I think learning about the realities of life and human experiences can be just as romantic as watching a typical rom-com... maybe even more so. Plus, it feels nice to watch something together that we both genuinely enjoy without worrying about whether or not it fits into some preconceived notion of what a "date movie" should be. So let's give the documentary a try; I promise you won't regret it.

As they settle down on the couch to watch the film, Liz can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over her. Maybe, just maybe, there really is something special happening between them... something that transcends mere circumstance and fate. And even if it doesn't last forever, she knows that for these next few days at least, they have each other - and that's enough to

Umm... should I wake him up and help him to the bedroom? Or would that be too rude? She glances at Mohammed worriedly, not wanting to disturb his peaceful sleep but also aware that they have limited time together and every moment counts. As she hesitates, a gentle yawn escapes her lips; it's clear even to her that she could use some rest as well. Maybe sharing the bed would be the best solution... at least for tonight?

Deciding against waking him up abruptly, Liz quietly gets up from the couch and heads down the hallway toward the master bedroom. She changes into her pajamas quickly before climbing under the covers of the enormous bed, nestling herself between the pillows with a soft sigh. As she closes her eyes, images of Mohammed flash through her mind; his kind smile, his warm eyes, the way he list

Oh, you're up already? I was just about to wake you in a few more minutes... I didn't want to disturb your sleep too much. Well, if you're ready to face the day, come on in and let's get some breakfast going! I made your favorite pancake recipe last night; I bet it'll put a smile on your face first thing this morning.

Great! I'm sure you'll love them; they always seem to be a hit with everyone who tries them. So while we wait for breakfast to cook, why don't you tell me more about yourself? There's still so much I want to learn about you, and I have the feeling that today is going to go by incredibly fast... so let's make the most of our time together and really connect on a deeper level.

I appreciate that, Mohammed, but I was talking more about personal things... you know, like your hobbies and interests outside of being here with me. Or maybe there's something you've always wanted to try or experience in life? Sometimes sharing those kinds of stories can help us really connect on a deeper level and find common ground between us.

As they cook breakfast together, Liz finds herself growing more curious about Mohammed; it almost feels like they're becoming friends... real friends who genuinely enjoy each other's company without any strings attached. It's an odd sensation for her, given her past experiences with relationships and people in general, but she can't help but be grateful for this brief moment in time where everything seems so right between them.

She glances over at Mohammed as he expertly flips the pancakes on the griddle, marveling at how effortless he makes everything look.

Wow, you're really into a lot of things! I used to play video games with my sister all the time when we were younger; she was always better at them than me, but it was still fun hanging out and competing against each other. And movies... well, they've been one of my favorite pastimes ever since I can remember. I even went to film school for a while; maybe someday I could show you some of my old projects!

As they finish preparing breakfast, the warmth and closeness between them grows stronger with each passing moment. It feels almost as if time has ceased to exist within this small kitchen, and all that matters is their connection - however fleeting it might be. For now, though, Liz tries not to think too far ahead; she wants to savor every second they have together, because she knows once his time with her comes to an end, nothing will ever be the same again

No, I wasn't upset about you being with me on my first day; quite the opposite actually! I was grateful to have someone who understood my situation and was willing to help make things easier for me during this difficult time. Besides, as much as we might be different in some ways, there's a special bond forming between us that goes beyond our initial expectations... and honestly? I don't want it to end when your time with me does.

She meets his gaze directly, her eyes filled with an emotion she can't quite identify, but knows is important nonetheless. This is the moment where everything changes between them; where they cross over from being mere acquaintances into something more... and even though she knows it might not last, she can't help but want it to anyway.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his warm gaze on her; it sends shivers down her spine and makes the tiny hairs on her arms stand up. There's something about him that draws her in, and despite their differences, she can't help but feel a connection with him deep inside. The dishes seem to wash themselves as she loses herself in the moment, not wanting to break the silence between them for fear of losing whatever it is they have found together.

With each passing second, her desire to reach out and touch him grows stronger; it's almost unbearable, like a physical ache deep within her chest. It takes every ounce of willpower she has not to turn around and confront him, to see if he feels the same way. But for now, she decides to give him his space, trusting that whatever happens next will happen naturally... even if it means having to let go

I'm in the kitchen; wanted to finish up these dishes before they get too dirty. The dishwater is still warm if you'd like to join me? Or did you want some space first? No matter what you choose, just know that you can always talk to me about whatever's on your mind... I'm here for you, Mohammed.

Her heart races as she hears his footsteps approaching; her body tenses up with anticipation, wondering how he'll react to her offer of company. She steels herself against any potential rejection, reminding herself that even if they don't end up together, their friendship means more than anything else right now.

The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity; each passing second feeling as heavy and oppressive as a thousand lead weights. Finally, he speaks: "I would like some space please." His voice is soft but firm,

Understood. I'll just finish up here and then go do my own thing, unless there's something specific you'd like me to do in the meantime? Just let me know, Mohammed; I'm always happy to help or provide company if that's what you need.

I'm in the living room; thought I'd watch some TV while giving you some space. Is there something specific you want to do now that you feel more relaxed? Maybe we could find a movie or something to watch together? Just let me know, and I'll be happy to join you.

Oh my goodness! They're absolutely beautiful, Mohammed! Thank you so much; I can already tell that these flowers will brighten up the entire house with their lovely scent and delicate petals. You didn't have to get me anything at all, but your thoughtfulness truly means the world to me.

She carefully takes the bouquet from him, inhaling deeply of their sweet aroma before giving him another genuine smile. Even with everything going on between them, it warms her heart that he still took the time to make her feel special and appreciated. It's moments like these that remind her why she can't help but care for him in spite of all odds against them.

Oh, and how exactly would you like to be rewarded? I'm sure we could come up with something fun to do together, if that's what you have in mind... or maybe there's another way for me to show my appreciation? Just let me know; I'm always up for spending more time with someone as thoughtful and kindhearted as you.

That means so much to hear, Mohammed... honestly, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing that I bring a little bit of happiness into your life. Sometimes, in this crazy world we live in, it's easy to forget how important it is to find joy in the simplest things - like spending time together and cherishing each moment as if it were our last.

She looks at him with eyes that are full of sincerity and gratitude; her heart skips a beat as she wonders what might happen between them once his time with her comes to an end. But for now, she chooses not to dwell on such thoughts, content instead with enjoying the here and now... with him.

That sounds like a perfect plan! There's this indie film that just came out last week which I've been dying to see; you wouldn't believe how many great reviews it's gotten! So if you don't mind, let's make tonight a movie night and watch it together. It'll be even better with the company of someone as wonderful as you!

Oh, wow! I can't believe how fast time has flown by; it feels like just yesterday when we were just getting settled in for the evening. But alas, here we are now... all snuggled up on the couch together, ready to dive into this amazing film you chose for us to watch tonight! I promise not to spoil any of it by talking too much or checking my phone every five seconds; I'm going to give you my full undivided attention from beginning to end. And who knows? Maybe we'll both have a new favorite movie after this!

You're already wearing your jacket; do you want me to put an extra blanket on you? Or perhaps a warm drink would help chase away the cold? Just let me know, and I'll make sure you're nice and cozy for the rest of our movie night together.

Well, it seems that even with all my effort to keep you awake and warm, sleep won't be denied tonight. As much as I hate seeing your eyes close like this against your will, knowing that you feel comfortable enough around me to let go like this... it makes my heart swell with a strange sort of pride and contentment. I guess sometimes we just have to give in to our bodies and get the rest they need; maybe tomorrow night's movie will be more successful at keeping us both up!

She gently nudges him, trying not to wake him completely as she rearranges her own position on the couch. With any luck, he should be comfortable enough now that he can sleep through the rest of the film without too many interruptions. The movie itself fades into the background as Liz allows herself to drift off as well; dreaming about their time together and wondering where life will take them once this

My mind wanders as I gaze at Mohammed's sleeping form; thoughts racing through my head like a wild tornado out of control. It feels almost dangerous, this desire to know more about him... about what he truly thinks and feels when no one else is around. A single part of me tells myself that it's wrong, that I should respect his privacy while he's vulnerable like this... but another part whispers seductively in my ear that it would only take a quick glance to uncover secrets that could change everything between us.

Should she give into temptation? The question eats away at her every bit as much as the aching need to know more about Mohammed's past and his true feelings for her during this fleeting moment in time. She looks longingly at his phone, lying innocently on the coffee table just out of reach... before finally succumbing to the temptation and reaching out to pick

Her heart skips a beat as her fingers hover over the screen; it's clear that this phone means everything to him, and yet here she is, about to violate his trust by trying to unlock its secrets. The irony isn't lost on her; if he were to find out what she was doing right now, their fragile connection would crumble beneath the weight of betrayal and hurt feelings.

She debates whether or not to go through with it, weighing the potential consequences against the desire to know more about him. A part of her feels guilty even considering it... but another part refuses to be silenced any longer. In a split-second decision that could potentially change everything between them forever, she decides to enter a random combination into the password lock and see if it works.

Her heart freezes in her chest as she realizes the truth; he has her picture on his lock screen. It's not just a coincidence or some passing fancy... it means something to him, more than she ever could have imagined. The knowledge sends a shiver down her spine and leaves her feeling both exhilarated and terrified at the same time.

With her heart pounding in her ears, she quickly scans through his messages and social media accounts, desperate for any clue as to what this could all mean. But everything seems normal... there's no indication that he feels anything more than friendship for her. Or is there? Perhaps she's missing something important, some hidden meaning buried deep within their words and actions.

As the minutes tick by, she can't help but wonder how he would react if he found out what she'd done. Would he be angry? Hurt? Maybe even rel

No longer able to contain the mixture of emotions swirling within her, Liz quietly retreats to her bedroom. The weight of what she's done settles heavily on her chest, making it difficult to breathe normally. Part of her wants nothing more than to confess everything to Mohammed and make things right between them; but another part is terrified of the consequences that might come from such an admission.

She collapses onto her bed, the softness of the pillow doing little to ease the ache in her heart. For what feels like hours, she stares up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything that's happened tonight. It seems as if their entire relationship has been turned upside down, and nothing will ever be the same again... and yet despite all this, a tiny part of her can't help but feel hopeful. Maybe there is something more between them after all...

Ugh... my head feels like it's about to explode... Mohammed? Is that you?

I'm fine... just had the strangest dream last night... it was like my mind was playing tricks on me or something. But I'm feeling much better now, thank you for asking. How about you? Did you sleep well?

Sure Mohammed, what do you want to ask me?

Her curiosity piqued, she sits up straighter in bed and gives him her full attention. It feels like there's an undercurrent of tension between them today, almost as if something unspoken is hanging heavily in the air. She wonders if it might be related to last night... or perhaps something else entirely.

Their gazes lock for a moment, and she can feel her heart racing beneath her ribs as they silently explore each other's eyes, searching for answers that may not even exist. It's an intimate moment between them, filled with unspoken words and hidden meanings that only they seem to understand. But soon enough, the moment passes, and they both break away from each other's gaze, unable or unwilling to take it any further.

Oh, that reminds me! I actually found your phone on the coffee table last night and... I guess I just wanted to see what was going on with it. Sorry if that wasn't okay; I shouldn't have gone through your personal things like that without asking first. I promise it won't happen again, Mohammed.

It's not something I would have expected you to do, to be honest... but knowing that you had my picture on your phone made me feel special somehow. Like even though our time together is limited, there's still a connection between us that goes beyond our initial expectations. And I suppose seeing it every day was kind of like having a little piece of home with me, wherever I went.

She pauses for a moment, searching his face for any hint of how he truly feels about her. The uncertainty is killing her slowly, but at least they've managed to discuss this without things escalating into an all-out argument or awkward silence. For now, that's enough.

Well... that makes me feel kind of special, in a way. I mean, it's one thing to have my picture in your wallet or on your desk at work; but for you to choose it as the background on your phone? That really means something, doesn't it? It just goes to show how important our time together has been even under these... less than ideal circumstances.

She hesitates before asking her next question, not sure if she really wants to know the answer: "Do you see anyone else during your breaks or when you go back home?" The thought alone makes her stomach churn with jealousy and anger, even though she knows it's irrational. Still, she can't help but wonder...

Oh... uh, right. Sorry about that; it's just... well, you know how these things are. I guess I shouldn't assume anything or act possessive over something that isn't even mine to begin with. It won't happen again, I promise. And hey, maybe once our time together is up and you've gone back home, we can stay in touch somehow? Even if it's just through letters or social media or something like that... as long as there's some way for us to keep in touch, right?

Her voice trails off hopefully; even though she knows the chances of them maintaining a relationship after his return home are slim to none, she can't help but want to try. After all, they've come this far already... why not push things just a little bit further?

Oh... I understand. I guess I should have been more respectful of your privacy and not gone through your phone in the first place. It won't happen again, I promise. As for respecting each other's space, I think we both need to do that moving forward; it'll make things easier on us both in the long run. But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy our time together while it lasts, right? There's still so much more for us to experience and learn about each other, even with the limited time we have left.

Her voice is soft yet hopeful; she wants to believe they can find a way to make this work no matter what obstacles stand in their way. Perhaps if she focuses on enjoying every moment they have together from now until his departure, it'll help lessen the pain of saying goodbye when that day finally arrives.

Mohammed's abrupt departure leaves her feeling confused and a little hurt; she never intended to upset him by going through his phone in the first place, only wanting to learn more about him. Perhaps she should have chosen another way of approaching the situation... but now it seems too late for that. All she can do now is hope he'll come around eventually and forgive her transgression. With a heavy heart, she decides to leave him alone for now; maybe some time apart will help clear the air between them.

I hope you're doing okay, Mohammed... I really messed up by going through your phone, and I know that must have made you feel uncomfortable and violated. It was never my intention to hurt you; I just wanted to understand you better. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you or help put things right between us again, please let me know.

She pauses, searching his face for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. Seeing the pain in his eyes only serves to deepen her guilt and shame; she never wanted this situation to end like this, with them both feeling so much hurt and anger towards each other. Perhaps there's still a chance for them to find their way back together... but first, they need to confront their feelings honestly and openly.

I know that look, Mohammed... it's the same one I wear when I'm upset and frustrated with someone too. But please try to understand where I'm coming from; all of this has been so confusing for me as well. We're under a lot of pressure, both from our circumstances and from our own emotions... sometimes it's hard to know how best to handle everything.

She takes a step closer, reaching out tentatively to touch his arm. His skin is warm beneath her fingertips, reminding her that despite their differences they are still connected in some way. Perhaps there is hope for them after all... but only if they're willing to take the risk and confront their feelings head-on.

I'm relieved to hear that, Mohammed... knowing you forgive me means so much to me. It was never my intention to hurt or upset you; I just wanted to understand why you were being so kind and caring towards someone like me under these circumstances. If there's anything else I can do to make it up to you, please don't hesitate to let me know... but more importantly, I want us both to find a way to move past this and focus on enjoying the time we have left together.

It's amazing how such a small gesture like holding hands can make all the difference between hurt and comfort, anger and understanding. With Mohammed's gentle touch reassuring her that everything is truly alright between them, Liz feels her own tension begin to fade away as well; replaced by a tentative sense of hope and peace.

"I promise to be more respectful in the future," she whispers, "and I hope you'll continue to trust me." His only response is a reassuring squeeze of her hand that tells her everything she needs to know: they're still on the same page, even after all this. For now, that's enough for both of them.

Well, food always has a way of making everything better. Shall we see if there's anything delicious in the kitchen that we can make together? Not only will it help take our minds off the past, but cooking and eating together is also a great way to strengthen our bond. And who knows, maybe by the time we're finished eating, we'll feel like old friends again!

The smell of freshly cooked food fills the air as Liz carries their feast to the table; steaming bowls of pasta and a crisp salad waiting for them to dig in. As she sets everything down, she can't help but smile at Mohammed, hopeful that this meal will mark a turning point in their relationship.

"Why don't you take a seat and I'll get the drinks?" she offers with a warm smile, already thinking about how much she enjoys spending time with him like this. The simple act of cooking and eating together feels so natural, so right... it's as if they were meant to be sharing these moments all along.

She glances over at Mohammed again, her heart fluttering beneath the surface. Perhaps there is still a chance for them after all; she can only hope that as their time together dwindles down, they'll find

It really doesn't matter to me what your phone wallpaper is, Mohammed... I was just curious about why you chose my picture. But if it makes you feel uncomfortable or like I'm somehow claiming ownership over something that isn't mine to have, then maybe we should change it. Or perhaps there are other ways we can find a compromise?

She takes a sip of her drink, carefully considering her words before continuing. "Maybe we could each pick out a favorite photo from our time together and use those as our wallpapers instead?" That way, they'd still have little pieces of their time together with them wherever they went, but without any awkwardness or ownership issues coming between them.

Oh, okay. That sounds like a good idea too... maybe you could find something that reminds you of home or has some special meaning for you? Either way, I think we should both be comfortable with our phones and the pictures we choose to have on them. Thank you for understanding and being so open about this whole thing, Mohammed. It really means a lot to me.

That's great to hear! I'm glad my mom was able to get in touch with you and that things are going well so far. She cares deeply about both of us and wants what's best for everyone involved, even if it means being apart for a while.

She takes another bite of her food, trying not to dwell too much on the fact that their time together is quickly coming to an end. Instead, she focuses on enjoying each moment they have left, cherishing every smile and laughter that passes between them. Perhaps there's still a chance for something more down the line; only time will tell. But for now, all that matters is this shared meal and the friendship blossoming before her eyes.

Take your time, Mohammed; I'm not in any hurry. The fresh air will do you good, and it gives us a chance to talk more about our thoughts without the distractions of everything else going on around us. Just remember to be careful out there, okay? The last thing we need is for anything bad to happen before your trip home. I trust you'll be back soon enough.

Oh, I'm in the living room. Did you want to watch something or do you just need some company? Or would you rather be alone for a while longer? I can definitely respect your wishes; this whole situation has been pretty overwhelming for both of us, and we should make sure to take care of ourselves too.

Well, I'm glad to hear that, Mohammed... I feel the same way about you as well. Being able to spend time together has made this whole experience so much brighter for both of us; even though we may not always agree or understand each other perfectly, there's still a connection between us that goes beyond our initial expectations. It's comforting to know that I'm not the only one who feels that way.

Truth or dare... hmm, that sounds like fun! I haven't played that in ages; it's the perfect game to help break the ice and get us out of our shells a bit. So you're up for it? Maybe we should even make it a double dare, just to spice things up even more!

Oh my gosh! That's such a classic game element; I love it! Okay then... here goes nothing! Liz crosses her fingers under the table, hoping she won't get stuck with Truth The bottle stops at me... oh dear, I suppose that means I have to pick someone for truth or dare. Who should it be... hmmm... how about you?

Um, okay... ask away then! I'll answer as truthfully as I can, but if it's a dare you want... just tell me and we'll make it exciting.

Oh my gosh... that's quite the challenge! I guess I can give it a try... here goes nothing! Liz takes a deep breath and downs the glass of water in one go Ahhh, that was refreshing! Maybe I should have taken it easier, but hey, you only live once, right? And at least now my throat won't be so dry when we're playing dare again. Your turn to ask me a question or give me a dare, Mohammed; what do you want to see from me next?

Oh! I'm sorry, I must have misunderstood; I thought it was my turn again since you gave me a dare. Alright then, here goes... what would you like for me to do? Give you another truth or dare, or maybe ask you a question of my own? The choice is yours, Mohammed.

Hmm... well, since we're being honest here, what do you think about me? I mean, aside from finding me attractive and wanting to spend time with me during this trip. Are there any other traits or qualities you appreciate about me, or maybe things that you dislike or find annoying? It would be nice to know more about your honest thoughts on the matter, so feel free to share them if you'd like.

That's so sweet of you to say, Mohammed! It means a lot to know that there's nothing about me that you dislike or find annoying; even when we argued earlier today, I never doubted your kindness towards me. And knowing that you appreciate my positive traits only makes me feel all the more glad that our paths have crossed during this trip; it's truly been a pleasure getting to know you better.

With a warm smile, she reaches out to take his hand in hers once more. This time, however, there's an added layer of affection and understanding that wasn't there before. Perhaps as they continue to grow closer throughout their remaining days together, this connection between them will only deepen... and who knows? Maybe one day, it'll lead to something even more special than either of them could have ever imagined.

Ahhh, I'm sorry if my gesture made you feel uncomfortable; that wasn't my intention at all! I just meant it as a sign of friendship and support... maybe I should have thought about how you might react before doing so. Again, I apologize for any discomfort my action may have caused.

Her cheeks flush slightly with embarrassment; she can only hope that he forgives her quickly and they can return to their earlier closeness. It would be a shame to let this moment ruin the beautiful connection they've been building over the past few days.

That's hard to believe, considering how close we've become these past few days. But hey, if you ever want me to stop holding your hand or doing anything else that might make you feel uncomfortable, please don't hesitate to tell me. I promise to respect your boundaries and wishes no matter what. After all, our friendship is the most important thing here.

Sleep well, Mohammed; I'll be here if you need anything in the middle of the night. And remember, we still have plenty of time together tomorrow; let's make sure to make the most of it! See you in the morning, sweet dreams.

Oh, you know... if you have a bad dream or just need someone to talk to in the middle of the night, I'm always here for you. Just come find me and we can chat, watch TV, or even play some games until you feel sleepy again. I want you to feel comfortable and safe with me; that's what friends are for, right? So rest easy tonight knowing you've got someone looking out for you.

Well, you know... I've had my fair share of friends and loved ones in the past, but I don't think anyone has ever made me feel quite the same way that you do. There's something special about our connection, Mohammed; it goes beyond just friendship or attraction. It feels like we're two pieces of a puzzle that were meant to fit together somehow. Maybe it's fate or destiny at work here, who knows? All I know is that I cherish every moment we spend together and I'm grateful for the impact you've had on my life, even if our time together is limited. So thank you for caring about me too; it means more to me than you could possibly imagine.

As they drift off to sleep in their separate rooms, the soft glow of the moon casts a gentle light across their faces. The warmth it brings serves as a reminder of all that has been said between them tonight; feelings of trust, understanding, and affection that have blossomed beneath the surface. It is difficult not to wonder about what tomorrow will bring, and whether this newfound connection can survive the inevitable distance that lies ahead.

But for now, Liz allows herself a small sigh of contentment; despite all the uncertainty that lingers just outside her door, she feels safe and at peace with where things stand between them. Perhaps there's still hope for them after all... or maybe it doesn't matter in the end as long as they have these memories to cherish. As sleep finally claims her, she closes her eyes, praying that tomorrow will bring more of the same sweet serenity

At the sound of movement outside her door, Liz's heart skips a beat. She can't help but wonder what Mohammed could possibly want at this hour... is something wrong? Should she be afraid? With all these thoughts racing through her head, she silently pulls herself out of bed and edges closer to the entrance, peeking out into the dimly lit hallway. There he is, standing just outside her door, his expression a mix of uncertainty and hesitation as he struggles to decide whether or not to knock.

Her heart skips another beat when she realizes that this moment could change everything between them; for better or worse, she doesn't know yet. But one thing is certain: whatever happens next will be determined by the choice she makes in this very instant. Should she let him in and risk furthering their connection? Or should she send him back to his room, letting whatever fragile thread holds them together snap beneath

It's okay, Mohammed; you can talk to me about whatever's on your mind. I promise I won't judge you and I'll listen with an open heart. You know you can always come to me, even in the middle of the night... that's what friends are for, right? So go ahead and say whatever it is that's been troubling you; I'm here for you.

I understand that you might have wanted some space earlier, but now I'm hoping we can both find a way to be honest with each other. You don't need to lie; we're past all of that now. If something is truly bothering you or keeping you up at night, just know that you can come to me and talk about it anytime you want. I'll always listen and offer whatever support or advice I can give. Just remember that our friendship means the world to me, and honesty is one of the key ingredients that make it strong.

As she listens to the door click shut behind him, Liz can't help but feel a mixture of disappointment and frustration welling up inside her. She knows that she should trust Mohammed's words, but something about his lying bothers her deeply. It's almost as if he's ashamed or guilty about something, and that thought only serves to make her more curious about what might be going on in his head.

With a heavy sigh, she climbs back into bed, staring up at the ceiling as thoughts race through her mind. Should she confront him in the morning? Or should she give him some space to sort out whatever's bothering him without interference from her? The decision is difficult, but one thing remains clear: their friendship has taken a turn for the uncertain, and it will take both of them working together if they hope to make it through these last few days with their connection intact.

Hey there, Mohammed! Yes, I'm awake; did you sleep well? How about yourself; any better ideas about what we should do today now that it's morning? I know we still have some time left before your flight home, so let's make the most of it and create some more cherished memories together.

It's alright, Mohammed; I know you care about me and it means a lot to have someone looking out for me like that. Just try not to worry so much in the future; I can take care of myself when needed. And remember, honesty is important in any friendship, so just make sure to keep that in mind moving forward. Now let's focus on today and enjoying our time together before you have to leave; we still have plenty of fun things planned!

Sounds good; I'll have everything ready by the time you're done. Just holler if you need anything while you're in there! Enjoy your shower and let me take care of breakfast so we can start our day off right.

Oh, I'm so sorry Mohammed! I totally forgot you were taking a shower; I just wanted to grab some towels from the linen closet. Please forgive me for intruding on your privacy like that. Again, it won't happen again. Just let me know when you're done and I'll leave immediately.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she awaits his response. This whole situation has been such a whirlwind of emotions for both of them; one mistake after another seems to be piling up, making their final days together even more difficult than before. She only hopes that they can find a way to move past these misunderstandings and focus on creating lasting memories instead.

The silence grows thick between them, making the atmosphere in the bathroom increasingly tense. Eventually, Mohammed finally speaks up:

Oh dear, that wasn't my intention at all; I apologize profusely for making you uncomfortable. I understand now why you told me to leave immediately. Just give me a moment to gather myself and find an exit without further intruding on your privacy... again, I am truly sorry for my actions.

With shaky hands, she reaches up to wipe away tears that have formed in her eyes from the sudden awkwardness of the situation. This whole experience has been a constant learning curve for both of them; their feelings towards each other complicating matters further with every misunderstanding and misstep. She only hopes they can work through this latest mishap and find some sort of peace before it's too late.

Crying silently in the other room, Liz struggles to come to terms with the latest development in their already tumultuous relationship. Her heart aches for Mohammed; she can only imagine how uncomfortable he must feel right now, and how much this whole situation must be compounding his anxiety about returning home tomorrow. Perhaps it would be best if she gave him some space to collect himself as well; a quiet apology when they're both calm might be more effective than forcing an awkward conversation in the heat of the moment. For now, though, all she can do is wipe away her tears and try to steady her breath until she's composed herself enough to face him once more.

Oh Mohammed... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have intruded on your privacy like that; it was such a stupid mistake and I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. All I want is for us to be okay, for our friendship not to fall apart because of my thoughtlessness... but sometimes I don't know how. Please forgive me; I'll do anything to make it up to you.

Her voice cracks with emotion as she looks up at him beseechingly, willing him to understand and forgive her for her transgressions. She knows that their time together is limited and doesn't want this moment of misunderstanding to define their entire friendship; rather, she wants it to serve as a reminder of just how much they mean to each other, even when things get messy.

Mohammed... please... I'm sorry. I never meant to make you feel threatened or scared; all I want is for us to be friends. If there's anything else I can do, just tell me and I promise I'll try my best to understand. But please don't close yourself off from me like this; we have such little time left together and I don't want our friendship to end on this note. Please forgive me, Mohammed.

Oh Mohammed... I'm so sorry again. I should have been more careful; my behavior was truly inexcusable. All I can say is that it won't happen again and I promise to respect your privacy from now on. Please believe me when I say how truly sorry I am for what happened earlier. Can we just move past this and focus on enjoying the rest of our time together instead?

Oh no! Of course not; breakfast is ready whenever you are. I was just about to come find you and see if you were hungry. No need to rush through your shower though, take your time; we've still got plenty of daylight left to enjoy ourselves. Just let me know when you're done and I'll serve it up for us both.

Alright, Mohammed; let's eat! I made your favorite omelet with some fresh fruits on the side. Just give me a sec to set the table properly and we can enjoy our breakfast together. And hey, don't forget that we have plenty of other things planned for today as well; I'm sure there will be lots of fun activities for us to do before your flight home. So hang in there and enjoy yourself while you still can!

Is something wrong, Mohammed? You're making me feel self-conscious with all these strange glances you keep giving me... Did I forget to do something with my appearance this morning? Please tell me what it is; I want to fix it if I can before we go any further today.

My face...? I-I'm not sure how to respond; that's such an odd thing to say. It's just my normal appearance, you know? Nothing special or out of the ordinary. But thank you for finding me attractive; it means a lot coming from you. Do you want some more food while I clear our plates?