We were the children of two enemy families. And we were about to fall in love. * "Are you idiot? Do you have any idea what time it is?" When he raised his voice again, I stood up and stepped out onto the balcony, just like him. "It’s not even nine yet," I said, leaning my back against the wall. "I don't care what time it is. Turn that volume down. My ears just exploded." "You're so delicate, Kandemir," I said, and he gritted his teeth. I knew he was gritting his teeth because of the twitching muscle in his jaw. "If you were sleeping..." he said articulately, crushing the words as he spoke. "...and such a disgusting noise woke you up, you wouldn't think any less of me. Just pray that I’m only shouting." This time, I was the one frowning. A disgusting noise? "You don't understand art either, Kandemir." "I wouldn't call this art, Alaca," he said, his voice lowering dangerously. "I’d call this trying to cover up your lack of talent with decibels."