SOPHIA
Ever since I heard the sound of the horn outside the gate, I knew that this ride was going to be one hell of an awkward experience.
Abdallah mumbles an Islamic greeting as I sink into the plush leather seat and shut the car door while Aahil just turns his head around and looks at me as if checking whether I’m okay and then looks back to the front.
Aahil fires up the engine and the car rumbles down the road. I press my lips together and stare outside the window. It’s around 10 at night but the city outside is just as busy, even more so than usual. Or maybe I just haven’t gone out in a long time.
And by that I mean four days. For someone who has always been outgoing ─alone, but still, outgoing─ I’m having problems settling down like this. Sitting at home all day and doing next t
