Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

Please Don't Throw Your Love Away ✅

"Please don't throw your love away"

Third person's POV

"So what's going on in your life?" Sam asks curiously, his legs sprawled across Zach's table, clearly aiming to irk him. Zach chooses to ignore the intrusion, focusing intently on the file his secretary had dropped off earlier that day.

"Nothing much, just work," Zach replies, his eyes skimming the papers, unaware of the dramatic look that flits across Sam's face at the mere mention of "work."

A theatrical gasp escapes Sam's lips. "Work? You work way too much! At this rate, you're going to die alone!" He leans back, a smug grin stretching across his face, clearly relishing the moment.

Zach raises an eyebrow, finally glancing at Sam. "Did any motivational speaker say that?"

Sam's brow furrows, confusion flashing in his eyes. "Uh, no."

"Then, Sam, what's your point?" Zach asks, closing the file with a soft thud that resonates in the silence.

"Why don't we go out tonight?" Sam suggests, his eyes sparkling with mischief, prompting Zach to raise an inquisitive brow, unsure of where this conversation is headed.

"If it's to a bar, then no. You know I don't drink anymore," Zach replies, his tone firm but with an undercurrent of warmth, as if he's gently chiding a child.

Sam's face falls for a moment, but he quickly recovers. "That's not where I was referring to," he retorts, making Zach arch an eyebrow in surprise.

"Oh? Then where?" Zach asks, feigning innocence, fully expecting Sam to suggest a bar anyway.

"Somewhere else! Besides, I need a break from college too!" Sam exclaims, a wide grin spreading across his face, his enthusiasm palpable.

"Then go out alone. I can't simply leave work just to hang out!" Zach states, his voice rising slightly. He catches Sam's glare—a look that suggests he's about to launch into a lecture like a concerned mother. This only brings a smirk to Zach's lips.

"Oh, c'mon! It can definitely wait, especially if what I have to say is about Amal..." Sam adds, his smirk widening as he watches Zach's posture shift, sitting up more erectly. A mental high five echoes in Sam's mind; he's got him right where he wants him.

"Okay, so how about we go to one of my restaurants?" Zach concedes, his tone leaving no room for argument, as if he weren't the one who had been so adamant about staying at work just moments before.

"Sure, rub it in my face that you have a lot of side businesses, Mr. Entrepreneur, while I'm still struggling with college," Sam quips, a hint of jealousy creeping into his voice. Zach rolls his eyes at his best friend, amused by Sam's dramatics. Yet beneath the playful banter, he senses a swell of pride for how far he's come at such a young age, and he knows Sam feels it too, despite the jest.

Zach did his best to return the greetings of his staff as he made his way out of the building. A pair of bodyguards rushed forward, eager to follow him, but he waved them off. "There's no need," he insisted, wanting nothing more than some alone time with his friend. He passed the car keys to Sam, who looked as though he'd just won the lottery.

"Sweet!" Sam exclaimed, practically bouncing as he hopped into the driver's seat. Zach shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he got into the car. The ride began smoothly, the city unfolding around them, until—

"stop freaking touching it!" Zach snapped, slapping Sam's hand away from the radio. Sam shot him a glare that Zach completely ignored; he wasn't backing down from his earlier words.