Amira's mother had made two dishes, namely couscous and lasagna, ergo Xavier had to choose to either eat something he knew and liked already or discover another type of pasta. He chose the latter, not the safer choice. He wasn't disappointed. Wafaa was a good cook. He complimented her on the taste by telling her how good it felt on his tongue. He wasn't lying when he did so.
She flashed him a smile and he knew right there, right then, that it would take him more than just a few compliments to get in her favors. He wasn't a man who ever gave up though. And he had a mission - wooing Amira's family like she had his... Somehow the task proved more difficult for him than he ever thought it would be.
“Can I have another serving?” He asked.
“How do you even stay in such a good shape?” Karima
