You office series# 1
"I love her so much, It physically pains me to imagine a life without her, I feel like I won't survive a single second, without her. I feel I am drowning and only she could save me, But here I am, drowning without her, and she'...
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I stare at the cursive print of Noor's name on the stroller handle with a small crown printed on the royal blue fabric covering the stroller.
"Mahib went out for this one." Eman chuckles, tapping Noor's chin as she sleeps soundlessly inside the stroller, her new favourite strawberry crochet pillow and teddy bear tucked safely under both of her arms.
"He did." I say looking at my daughter sleeping peacefully. "The bracelet looks very cute on her hand, thank you again, Eman."
Eman narrows her eyes. "Stop with the thank you's every time we meet. It's been what a week since her birthday. Besides.." she looks at Noor with a smile. "I love gifting cute babies."
"They are cute only when they are not crying or throwing a tantrum." Zayed huffs a breath. "I know, I know I made her my partner but man...she can throw a tantrum."
I chuckle, lowering the snooze shade of the stroller. "In her defence, she was hungry."
He shrugs. "Well in that case, forgiven. Because I can relate."
Eman shakes her head and flags down a waiter to take down an order.
Me, Zayed and Eman are out for a lunch as we all finished work early because of an upcoming long weekend. Mahib couldn't join us because he had an important meeting with an investor. Eman offered she could go on his behalf but he told he could do it and told us to enjoy.
"This is a cool place." Zayed says looking at the interior of the restaurant. "Where did you find this place, Eman?"
Eman who was trying to flag a waiter shrugs. "An online article, had good reviews."
"It's actually really pretty." I say looking around. "The only thing I find out of order are the server's uniforms. Why do they have their faces covered?"
"They are trying to resemble Arabian slaves, Manar." Zayed explains. "It's a Middle Eastern restaurant, so maybe just to add a touch."
"Interesting." I nod.
Finally a waiter comes upto our table to take the order. Eman opens the menu and recites him our order.
The waiter looked like those who do cosplays as he types the order in the phone.
They even take orders on phone. Interesting really.
After the waiter goes away Eman looks at the table in confusion. "Where did my tissue go?"
"What tissue?" I ask.
"The one I wiped my lipstick with."
Zayed shrugs distractedly. "The waiter picked it up while keeping the glasses. He must've thought that a waste."
Eman takes another tissue and completely wipes her lipstick.
"Why are you wiping? That shade looked good on you." I say.
