Yellow.

twenty nine.

The Onion Ring is better than expected.

It is the exact opposite of what Chad had described, and Iman is actually impressed at how simple but classy it appears to be. Knowing the kind of person he is, when he says it is a normal place and has normal staff, it is not exactly for all paychecks but, it is way better than the first place. And, the best side to the Onion ring is that, it is literally twenty minutes away from Harry's flat. Now that he is down with an annoying fever and does not want his family knowing, it is healthy to be closer and at reach.

"Mum, seriously don't call me about that," he breathes, rolling his eyes and sighing.

Iman smiles at him, drumming her fingers against the wooden table and eyeing the menu placed on the table. There is classic American music playing in the background, majorly the twist songs and a few dance songs, and it is a very child friendly diner. A conversation that has been dragging on since they arrived here, and Iman is trying not to be worried.

"Mum, please, I am with a friend and that is the last thing on my list right now." Chad says through his teeth, looking at Iman and flashing her a weak smile.

"Sorry," Iman mouthes at him, shrugging her shoulders and glancing back at the menu.

Pizza Sticks, Churros and many more things that Daya loves to eat, and are quite affordable for Iman to get for her. Maybe Deja and Harry would also like something to eat from here, but she cannot be that sure about Harry. Even the soup made by Deja ended up getting wasted by him, and he somehow slept off curled up next to her.

"Okay, I told him I loved him and he called me rude, how does that make things better mum?" Chad flares his nostrils, and Iman quirks an eyebrow.

Something about this vague conversation sounds familiar to her, and makes her remember a particular person, but she is unable to connect dots and link the two people together for now. Especially after the past remarks from Chad on Autism.

"Mum, I am with a friend and this chat is rude on her. Yes, I am with a girl and you know her, Iman. I will call you later and see you both soon. Okay, love you," he sighs, cutting the line and hurriedly tucking the phone into the pocket of his trousers with a sigh.

"Mothers sure love to talk," Iman smiles, awkwardly.

"I give mine so many reasons to talk though," he rolls his eyes, smiling.

"They have meatless tacos you know, like meatless but freaking rich and looks yummy," she beams, pointing at the menu and trying to divert from the talk.

Chad frowns, staring at her. "What is taco without meat?"

"Well, not everyone loves to eat meat, and I am cutting down on meat myself," Iman admits, smiling and gesturing at him to take a look.

"My mum thinks I am a jerk," Chad sighs, rubbing his forehead and slouching on the chair.

Iman quirks up an eyebrow and smiles. "Everyone thinks the same child,"

"I know, but from your mum, you know you hit jerk bottom lower than ever," he smiles, shaking his head and looking away.

"Well, it depends on what you might have done to annoy your mother. Mums never tick unless something pushes them over the edge, like my mum now, she is so bloody patient until you leave your dish in the sink then boom we have the war on terror all over again!" Iman squeaks, clapping her palms together and widening her eyes.

Chad smiles at her and sighs. With the way she acts, naturally and unafraid to show her flaws, she makes it hard for him to stay just friends with her.