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The two thanked him and headed inside to meet the others.

“Ah, and who’s this image of heavenly beauty?” David asked. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“It’s devilish beauty,” Tristan corrected him.

“I’m Shikha, and this is my boyfriend Daniel,” she said.

“Nice to meet you two. I’m Alejandro, but everyone calls me David. Unless I’m in trouble. Then Batoul calls me by my full name.”

Batoul shook both their hands as well. “Nice to meet you,” she said.

“Is that a hijab?” Daniel asked. “Are you Muslim?”

“Born, raised, but not anymore. But I still like to feel connected to my past and my ancestors.” Her cheeks dimpled as she smiled. “I guess it’s kind of silly, but I’ve always felt…safer with my hijab on. More confident.”

“Sometimes she even wears it when we’re-Ow! What? I didn’t say anything!” David complained.

“You were going to, Alejandro!” Batoul rejoined while Daniel blushed and averted his eyes. “I know you by now.” She crossed her arms under her heavy breasts and gave David her “look,” but his attention was a foot lower. “You!” she growled, catching his gaze.