The Promise

19)Aurora

A week passed in a blur, 6 sessions with my mentor and 3 with the other interns.

We're having an upcoming event and we'll be the organizers for the first time, it'll be a month from now. Before that we'll go through some tests with our mentors.

I'm getting used to the sessions and I'm on top of my studies, I'm focused and happy about it; there's no distractions or yelling at home, sometimes I go to a coffee shop to study. I started to know some next-door coffee places and a library to study at, but my room is doing a great job, the kitchen counter as well.

I'm having a session with annoying Mughrabi in half an hour so I head to the cafeteria to get some coffee, I'll need it.

We didn't warm up to each other, but I started to get used to annoying him and I'm surprised he lets me; I somehow be myself during some sessions.

I get my coffee and head upstairs when I get a message; I open my phone and find an unknown number: "Call me when you get this", the message says.

I frown and knock on the manager's door, "Come in" I hear him and get inside.

"Did you message me?" I ask closing the door after me.

He looks up from the papers "No, I didn't"

"Right, you don't have my number in the first place" I say sarcasm lacing my voice

"Oh dove, if I want your number, I won't ask for it"

"How noble" I mutter

"What did you say?"

"I was complimenting your nobility"

"If you want more from it, all you have to do is ask nicely" he deadpans and I smile.

I frown again wondering who sent the message;

"Is something the matter?" he asks looking at me intently.

"Nope, let's start"

"Good"

I lose focus after a while zoning out and his voice alerts me back,

"You're not listening"

"I'm here, can you please repeat what you were saying?"

He sets down the papers and tells me taking off his glasses, these make him look sultrier, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"You like yogurt?" I open my eyes at his question.

"Mr. Mughrabi, I always question my ears when I'm with you, you know that?"

"You didn't hear wrong"

"Huh?"

"Biscuit" he says.

That's it, I lose it and I laugh, hard. I look up to find him watching me amusement on his face and a hint of a smile coloring his face.

"What biscuit, Mughrabi?"

His brows reach his hair line as he says "Mughrabi!?"

I laugh again "Yes, Grandpa"

He rolls his eyes, "and you make it seem like I'm the bad guy here"

"You annoyed me first"

"And when's that?" he says looking through the papers.

"When you call me 'dove'" I quote

"What's wrong with your name, dove" he still doesn't look up,

"I'm not a dove"

"Fine, answer my question, dove" he teases.

"Okay, I can eat yogurt yes, how is that related to hosting the upcoming event?"