I rolled my eyes at him and carried on with my work.
"What brings you here?"
"I should be asking you the same thing."
"I mean . . . grocery shopping, that's something, huh?"
"I can say the same about you." I pulled on my Mona Lisa smile and looked at him with clear annoyance spread around my features.
He grimaced. "Touché." He admitted dejectedly and began to inspect a cereal box which he picked up. I moved towards the snacks section.
My cell phone began to vibrate inside my jeans pocket. I glanced at the screen—the number was from Pakistan.
"Asalam Alaikum?"
"Khadijah? Walaikum asalam, how's it been? It's me Shumaila."
"Oh." I almost shrieked in excitement. "How are you, yar?"
"I'm fine, you tell."
We went on with the pleasantries until she got to the point. "I called to tell
