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HAMZAH

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24TH OF DECEMBER 

The weekend flew by as expected and we decided it would fit nicer to have a date on Christmas Eve. 

I silently go over my messages with her, reading through each word like it's an anomaly I need to look out for. 

Only a few more minutes until she's done with work. I run the plan through my head one more time, making sure everything feels right. 

My eyes drift to the two colouring books sitting neatly on the passenger seat, along with two small packets of coloured pencils, I hate to admit it, but just looking at them gives me a small sense of pride. 

The door to the building creaks open, and I spot her stepping out, bundled up in her coat and scarf. She glances around briefly before her eyes meet mine through the car window, I quickly raise my hand to give a faint wave. 

A small smile spreads across her face as she waves back while walking toward me, her steps quick against the cold.

She settles firmly in her seat, picking up the colouring books as she does. She lets out a small sigh to herself, embracing the warmth of the heater. 

"Maybe we should just stay in here today," She teases but it's hard to tell if she's joking or not. I let out a scoff, shaking my head. "I have a heater in my house, don't worry," 

She gives me a faint smile, her attention shifting to the colouring book in her hands as she flips through the pages.

We make our way to my house, the cold biting at us until we step inside, greeted by a rush of warmth. She unwinds her scarf and shrugs off her coat, pausing for a moment to take in the room.

"It's clean," she says, her eyes flicking around like she's taking mental notes.

I raise a brow. "Did you think I live in a mess?"

She grins, hanging her coat on the back of a chair. "No, but... I've heard rumours." She shrugs casually.

My mind immediately goes to Martin.

Before I can respond, she sets up the colouring books on opposite ends of the table, as if she's preparing for dinner. 

She might be taking this colouring thing more serious than I intended...

I can't help but chuckle a little as she adjusts herself on a pillow. Once she's settled, she looks up at me with a raised brow, gesturing me to sit down as well.  

I don't question it and just sit. 

"We should colour the same thing and then we can see who actually colours in the lines." She says, tilting her head as if she's trying to provoke me. 

I cross my arms, "Aren't you the professional one here?" 

"You don't need to be professional to be able to colour inside the lines," She says, taking out the colours from her packet. I scoff at her response before doing the same.

We settle into a comfortable rhythm, the sound of pencils scratching against paper filling the quiet room. 

I glance up occasionally, catching her brow furrowed in concentration as she fills in a small section with a soft shade of blue.

"You're so serious," I say with a small laugh, my pencil hovering over the section I'm working on. She doesn't look up. "Are you not?" 

I shake my head quickly, and she mumbles a quiet "Good" in response, barely audible but enough to make me smile.