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Clad in a pure white kaftan, Bilal was standing in the living room and glancing at his wristwatch. He had been waiting for Zynah to emerge from her room for quite a while now, but she seemed to have forgotten that they had somewhere to go. He heaved a sigh and was about to go to her room when he sighted her approaching.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," she apologized as soon as she got close. "I couldn't find my phone."

Bilal waved his hand dismissively. "It's alright. Let's go." He jiggled the keys in his hand as they walked out of the house.

Zynah locked the door and sauntered out to Bilal standing by the other side of the car.

Immediately she got close, he walked to the other side of the car and and opened the door for her.

"Thank you," Zynah muttered. "You didn't have to do that though," she said, a smile tugging at her lips. As much as she wanted to deny it. The little gentlemanly gestures from Bilal warmed her heart. It had always been what she wanted from hi