“Sam!”
“Yeah?” I respond when I hear Rida call my name as she peeks in.
“Are you expecting someone tonight?”
“Oh! Uhm, yes. Is he here?”
Rida looks at me curiously. She knows I don’t have any other friends but her.
“How do you—”
“It’s a long story, Rida. But to cut it short, he’s my classmate,” I say while walking out of my room.
I don’t have much to wear, just a plain shirt under a jacket and my blue jeans. My clothes are old, but since I rarely wear them, they still look good as new. Back at our house, I saved the ones I knew I could use later and wore the rag-like ones whenever I did chores or errands.
Most of what I own are jeans, pullover jackets, and shirts—but I value them all. Besides, they’re comfortable.
“You’re going on a date with him?”
“We’re just having a snack, Rid
