MANSUR
"Are you sure you know her?" I asked, staring at Muazzam. There was no way in hell that Muazzam knew someone like Salma. They weren't in the same league. No offence, but Muazzam isn't exactly - how do I put this nicely - on her level.
"I'm extremely sure." he chuckled, staring down at Salma. Weirdly, I felt something prickle in my chest as I watched him look at her. "You can ask her yourself. I'm sure she remembers me."
I turned to face Salma, just as she shook her head. "Sorry, but I don't recognize you." she said.
"Come on. Don't you remember? We met at Silverbird cinema one time. You were with your sister, or was she your friend? I can't really remember." he said.
"I'm sure you've got the wrong girl." she faked a smile as a friend of hers came running up to her.
"Please, do
