They waited for the blonde haired boy in the parking lot of the shopping center again. Nadia filed her nails while Zamarah played that annoying jelly game on their phone. “Zamarah, must you play that damn noise whatever it is on that contraption?” Centuries old does not mean Nadia likes the changes that go on around her every year. She lived through the plagues, the wars, the witch hunts. Her and her sister made it through hell and back. Just to listen to an annoying deep voice come out of a technical contraption saying “Oh yeah!” She was at her wits end with it all. “It's fun, it keeps my mind off of things.” Zamarah said with her face buried in the phone. “Mind?” Nadia muttered snarkely and looked up from her nails. The young man they met the day before was walking into the store. “Zamar
