“Why are we having a meeting on New Year’s Day literally what is wrong with us?”
Officially, Rayyan is the lookout. She is, after all, the one with an Apple watch—and Sobia’s own phone is dying.
“That’s what coffee is for,” Nora says, and with all her authority as their vice president: “It’ll be quick, Sobi.”
“We’re never quick.” Especially when their meeting is scheduled around Adult World lunch time, especially because they are currently in an extremely long line at Dunkin’ Donuts, but Rayyan is determined to obtain her coffee and Nora is determined to obtain her doughnut. Sobia says, “Do you think maybe we should get them something, too? As a peace offering? Would that be weird?”
“Well,” says Mustafa, frowning deeply, “that sure was a semester.”
Yusuf blinks up from the conference table, where he and MH have spread out playmats, newly determined to complete a match before the girls finally arrive. “That’s putting it mildly, ya akhi.”
“Look,” says Mustafa, then breathes audibly, a relaxation technique identifiable from December’s pre-finals de-stressing event. “I’m trying this new thing where I only highlight positivity, alright?”
Muhammad snorts and dispassionately sets two cards face-down, gaze shuffling between Yusuf’s field, Mustafa’s erratic pacing, and his own hand of Yu-Gi-Oh! cards. “Donald Trump is going to be President of the United States in, like, three weeks,” he says. “It’s not like the coming of the Hour is news.”
“Oh, my God,” Mustafa says, and stares with saucer-eyes at nothing, like he’s seeing the idea manifest in front of him. “I need to sit down.”
coming soon, insha’allah.