“I was busy err…reading…and didn’t realise you were so close!” Haifah blushed.
“Oh you were ‘reading’ were you?” Tim smiled, “you sure you weren’t napping?” Tim laughed, pointing to the bed, and the pajamas that appeared to have been hastily thrown under the pillow.
Haifah blushed, or at least as much as someone with fair brown skin can blush, and stuck her tongue out playfully.
“I’ve been working all day! I promise!” She replied, prodding Tim in the ribs.
Tim and Haifah had always been quite playful, with Haifah being much more so than her older sister Nurah.
“Come on then, lets get some lunch, I’m so hungry! My treat!” Tim smiled, pointing to his stomach.
“Well isn’t this great, tuition and free lunch! You should come more often!” Haifah laughed, opening the window to let the room ‘air’ a bit.
Tim and Haifah headed out, smiling to the security guard on the way. As the walked Tim towered above Haifah, the two of them could not possibly look any less alike. Tim was tall, just over 6 feet, with slightly shaggy blonde hair. His eyes were pale blue, distorted through his glasses, his skin of only slight tan. He was what most would describe as of “athletic” build – by no means muscular, but on the lower end of a healthy weight. Haifah on the other hand was barely 5 feet tall, with long dark brown hair, just like every female in her family. Her eyes were dark as the night, Tim wasn’t even sure if they were brown or black. Her skin was neither dark or white, but of a light brown colour typical of girls from Pakistan. Whilst she was also slender, her small frame accentuated certain features of her female body, a fact Tim tried to ignore.
“So Haifah, any boys take your fancy in the big city?” Tim laughed as they walked down the street.
“Ha! No, I don’t think my parents would take well to me coming home with a boyfriend!” She smiled, a slight skip in her step.
The two sat down to dinner, in an Italian restaurant, just as the sun dipped behind the skyline of London. The waitress brought a candle, to add “ambience” to the experience.
“Almost like we’re on a date…” Haifah winked at Tim.
“Ha, if anything you should be treating me to a date for my assistance” Tim smirked in response.
But, when it came to settling the bill, Tim insisted on paying – regardless of how much Haifah protested. By the time they left it had gotten dark, and rather cold. You see, London, during the summer, can be quite warm while you are in the sun. But in the shade the temperature can drop quickly. Haifah, as usual, was wearing wholly inappropriate clothing for the weather.
“Haifah, have this,” Tim smiled, taking his jacket off and placing it over Haifah’s shoulders.
“Oh… but you’ll get cold…” Haifah tried to resist.
“Me? Nah, I’m from the north remember? This weather is shorts and T-shirt weather!” He laughed, trying not to let Haifah notice that he was, in fact, rather cold wearing only a shirt.
Thankfully, the walk to Haifah’s was short, only a few minute walk with a tube ride in between. As they entered Haifah’s block once again the security guard smiled, joking about how much of a gentleman Tim was. As they opened the door to her bedroom it became immediately obvious that leaving the window open was a bad plan. The papers that were not-so-neatly placed on the desk were now rather-less-neatly strewn across the floor. Haifah threw off Tim’s coat, closed the window, and frantically started collecting the papers, depositing them messily in a pile on the desk again.