Why am I thinking of her all the time?
I owe her one for paying for her coffee.
I waste a bit of time but I better start getting ready. After taking a shower and praying I get dressed and sort myself out. I order some food and eat in my room.
I don’t shave, I just trim my beard. I want to look like a typical Arab, and Arabs usually have a beard. I grin. I never grow my beard long; it’s not much more than a stubble now. But it’s trimmed neatly and looks elegantly maintained.
I put the shemagh on my head and top it with the ogal, a black, circular piece that secures my shemagh. I am satisfied with my appearance, but I decide to go all the way. I put on my Armani sunglasses. Hungarian women will melt at the sight of the traditional outfit paired with designer sunglasses.
I’m ready. There
