Isabella's POV.
I hesitated at first but gently sat by his side afterwards.
I couldn't afford to say no.
Not after all he had done for me.
No. It was the least I could do, and so I grabbed the nearest seat to his, gently and then sat.
“If you're not with the children, who are?”
“My sister has them.” He pointed out.
That calmed me down a little. At least Mekka was there.
“Alright.”
“What will you have?”
“Soda. Something sweet.”
“Aren't you a little grown for something too sweet?” He questioned, Esam had now turned his eyes away from the drink in his hands to me.
The bartender in front of him was waiting too, eyes pinned on mine. I didn't know what to say at that moment.
“Whatever you have then. Don't give me something too strong. I need to go back home to my child.”
He turned
