How long have I been pacing around these 4 walls . Long enough to reach my daily step goal .
Woman up and just open it Safiya. Like come on its not like there's gonna be weed in there ... well i hope not .
Come on is that how low you think of him . Like he's gonna give you drugs .
I know dam well there ain't drugs in there but that brown paper bag is hella deceiving.
And I'm nervous for reasons I don't know.
Ok think logically . Its my birthday . And he is a friend . So let's put two and two together . God damn it its a flipping birthday present . And he didn't know until a few hours earlier so explains the packaging . Well done Saf , putting all that english analysis to good use . Ms Welsh would be proud.
I pick up the bag . Its kinda damp from the rain . Classic English weather. I can feel a cube shape box inside and take it out. Velvet. The box itsself is a beauty to look at soft with gold floral print against a midnight black background.
For some reason my hands tremble and there's an irremovable smile plastered on my face . I've never been given flowers before unless you count Johnny Owen giving me a rose in year 2 but then again he gave all the girls a rose or more like his mother made him , so that doesn't count . But anyway the point is that obviously I will never have a boyfriend so bouquets and jewellery are extremely rare so its nice being gifted something like this. So Khalil I swear down if this is some prank I will ... oh that was not what I expected . The box is open and the same velvety material is cushioned inside . There's a necklace placed precisely in the center . A dazzling silver necklace with a crescent moon charm glinting in the light . Wow is all I can think .
With my free hand I pick up my phone and text Khalil .
Saf : Its beautiful
Thank you
Khalil : Turn it over
I do . I pick up the necklace, the meatl cold against my fingers . On the back of the moon in almost miniscule cursive writing the words : Ya Amar is engraved neatly in the gentle curve of the crescent moon .
And on cue
Khalil texts back : Last minute edition
Saf : I love it
Its beautiful
Khalil : Happy Birthday Ya Amar
I go to bed smiling that night .
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