Hafsa is Indian, 19 years old and she is in medical school. She lives in America with her family. She wants to move out, In search of something new and exciting, but you know how desi parents are. She wants to move to New York. Will her parents let...
I was speechles I didn't know what to say. " Adam, Adam *waves hand in front of adam's face* are you okay, what's going on." Hafsa said. Oh no nothing. Are you ready to go. "Yeah let's go." Btw in this story adam knows how to drive. We got in my car and put on our seat belts. It was getting really awkward so I turned the radio on. By the way Hafsa you look beautiful. *Hafsa blushes* "Thankyou, and you look good too." Thankyou, Then as we started talking suddenly work came on. And you know me with my ratchet self, I started dancing acting like I was a ghetto chick.
(Hafsa's POV)
When Adam told me I looked beautiful I started blushing even though I tried to hide I couldn't. Then Work came on and Adam started singing and dancing, It was hilarious. I swear he is so goofy. We finally arrived at the restaurant. I'm glad I chose to wear this outfit because the restaurant actually seemed pretty fancy. We went in and the waiter showed us the way to our table. Adam pulled the chair out for me. We sat there looking at the menu.
So adam what do you want to eat.
Adam- Um I don't know that much about Indian food how about you order, but make sure it's not spicy cuz ain't nobody wanna be sitting in the toilet all day long.
