I arrive at the restaurant before anyone else. I am waiting for them at the front while waiting for a table. To my utmost surprise, Ismail walks in. ‘I wonder why he is here. I hope he did not follow me.’

“Why are you here?” I ask.

“I thought you said you are not talking to me.”

“Are you following me?” I say totally ignoring what he said.

“Of course not, I am here to eat.”

“Oh, good for you,” I say. He doesn’t say anything but shakes his head.

“Are you guys ready to take your seat? We have an empty table,” the lady from the front desk says....