Rashid

After changing out of my kandura and into regular street clothes so I wouldn’t be recognized, I phoned ahead to clear out the section at my favorite open-top restaurant and headed downstairs to collect Lyla again.

She was much more beautiful in person than her pictures let on, if that were even possible. Lyla wore a tight-fitted dress clinging to each part of her body—much different than the shorts and t-shirt she’d worn ...