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Saïda's POV:

We returned to the apartment later that evening. Asahd parked in front of our building.

"I'm glad you're making extra money." I told him.

"Thanks. It actually makes me feel pretty good." he replied.

"So, are you going to go to that party or not?"

He stared ahead for a while, thinking.

"Mmmm, probably. You advised me to adapt a little more right? I'll go." he looked at me, "Want to come with me? You'll have fun, I think."

"No thanks. You know I don't really like parties and stuff. Or going out at night."

"Saïda, you don't like many things and you don't like people." he...