Rose chuckled, still amused by the situation. "So, you're really dating Latif Ibrahim, the one I know?" she said. "Are you finished laughing yet?" I replied, my irritation growing by the second. "Okay, okay, sorry," Rose said, trying to regain her composure. "But honestly, I never would have pictured you two together," she added, leaning against the white kitchen counter. "That's what makes it work," I thought to myself. "I wonder how the others will react?" Rose mused.
"It would definitely surprise them," I agreed, recalling Latif's words. "He’s actually perfect, you know." Rose turned her gaze to the window. "Really?" I asked, intrigued. "Absolutely, he’s way better than Samson. You had more chemistry in those four minutes than you did with Samson over months," she remarked. I paused my
