(Nafas)
I sit down on the bench and place my books beside me.
Alireza is playing around with his phone. He shows me a picture of another girl.
—What do you think of her?
I shake my head.
—She's pretty.
—Then I'll marry her.
I let out a breath.
—You wanted to marry the girl in the previous picture!
He makes a face.
—She wasn't as pretty as this one.
I narrow my eyes.
—Is appearance all that matters to you?
He shrugs.
—Girls don't have good personalities anyway... At least they should have a good face.
I shake my head in disapproval and draw imaginary shapes on my leg with my index finger.
—Ali...
Still focused on his phone, he answers:
—Hmm?
I bite my lip.
—I mean... men...
—Men, what?
I frown.
—Do men fall asleep next to any woman?
His head shoots up and his eyes wi
