By seven p.m. I’m as nervous as if it was my wedding day, although I don’t expect to be anxious before my nuptials. I haven’t eaten anything, so I’m rather hungry. I’m looking forward to dinner for more than one reason.
After my shower I put on a light brown, close-fitting suit with white shirt and black tie. It’s a bit too much; what if she wears the same dress again? I decide against my thobe even though I want to display my Arabic heritage. I trim my short beard neatly and I comb my hair to the side. It’s getting too long but I will not let any other hairdresser touch it, only mine in Riyadh.
I really feel like humiliating this woman so I tell Bálint to wait until she is in the restaurant, and then call me. I don’t want to arrive before her. She reprimanded me for my lateness last tim
