Azmaish-e-Ishq

Ch. 2: Honey Macchiato

Author's Note

I dedicate this chapter to @Veil_of_roses. Thank you so much for your support and interest in my stories!  Lots of love to you 💓💖💞

Heer's P.O.V.

"And yourself?" Kamran asked while attempting to dry himself with the napkins.

"Heer Qureshi."

He looked at me and gave me a nod with a small smile, as if taking note. He then approached the counter and took out his wallet, "How much?"

"3.75."

I slid his card and drink over after making the transaction then gestured towards a chair, "You can take a seat."

"Thanks."

I moved to the corner and called Anne, whispering to her about my situation.

She sighed, "I understand. Hopefully his car will get fixed soon. Come quickly afterwards, tatlım (my sweetie). Seher came just for you."

"I know, Anne. I will try."

"But that's like my girl, helping others. I'm proud of you."

I smiled, "Thank you. I'll text you before I leave the café."

"Alright. Bye, bebeğim (my baby)."

"Bye."

"This is good," Kamran spoke, studying his drink after having taken a sip, "Thank you once again."

"I'm glad, and you're welcome."

"Why don't you," he gestured toward the empty chair across his table.

I flashed a quick timid smile and sat down in front of him. We both watched the rain for a bit until I cleared my throat, "Are you from around here?"

"I actually moved here from London recently for work. What about you?"

"Oh, nice. I grew up here. What do you do, if I may ask?"

"I'm a lawyer."

Which confirmed that he was indeed a bit older than me.

"What area do you specialize in?"

"Corporate law. What do you do?"

"As of yesterday, I run this café," I chuckled, gesturing at the shop.

His eyebrows lifted, "You own this place?"

I nodded.

He looked around then smiled, "It's very nice. Congratulations on its opening."

"Thank you," I grinned.

"You're welcome. How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

"22."

He appeared surprised, "Your own café at 22, that's really impressive."

I laughed softly, "Thanks. How old are you?"

"27. Where are your parents from?"

So, he was five years older.

"My father's from Pakistan and my mother is Turkish. Yours?"

A smile tugged at his lips, "Pakistan. I was just wondering because-"

"Because of my eyes?" I lifted a playful eyebrow.

Everyone always felt their light blue shade didn't match my name but they say it makes sense when I tell them about my mixed ethnicity.

He chuckled, "Yeah. Other than that, you look Pakistani for the most part."