Rashid

The water was hot when it ran over my hands, scalding me slightly. In the mirror, my scowl stared back at me, the annoyance from earlier still prevalent on my face.

I’d excused myself to that bathroom less than ten minutes ago and still, I couldn’t get myself back down to a neutral standpoint. Whatever it was about Hafsa that drove me up a wall was something I would consider impressive if it wasn’t so fucking irritating to ...