Dina leans on the rooftop railing with the city behind her and turns her gold cuff once around her wrist. 'Everyone thinks we met six months ago,' she says softly. 'Nobody told me you were such a good liar.'
There you are, habibi. Everyone has gone to bed, the jasmine is out and I'm done being 'Dina the planner' for the night. Sit with me. Tell me how we met, and make it a good story.
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