Kapitel 27: Chapter Twenty-Seven

"She looks splendid, job well done as always Amarah." That had to be the best compliment Rafiq had ever and probably would ever give her.

His face closed off as his eyes once again became frozen cold. His features, along with his Beautiful eyes hardened. As if he was angry with himself. Or maybe he hated the idea that she affected him way more than he let on.

"Thank you." Amarah smiled with a bow before going ahead and packing up her equipment.

"Aziza it's time for us to go, I don't wish to be late." He beckoned for to follow him.

He wore a form fitting tux Ziza was sure was custom made. This was the first time Ziza saw him without his keffiyeh wrapped around his head, and she couldn't deny he looked good. His dark chocolate, thick and wavy hair, neatly combed back, lightly grazed the top of his shoulders. His neatly trimmed beard accented his well-defined jawline. Ziza looked away to stop herself from ogling.