Plushness

She woke up really late, and very lazy. She ordered her coffee and scones to her room and she called Hamad, as he had asked her to wake him up, so they could go to Richmond together. Hamad sounded lazy too, so she suggested that they stay in London, and do some easy promenading. He supported the idea, and they met at the lobby, and then went to an ultra modern looking café not far from her hotel, and had a nice long and lazy chat. They parted on a kiss, and they were to meet again in the evening for dinner.

At 9 pm, just as Lama was putting on her dress, Hamad called to apologize that he will not be able to make it because his friends were leaving the next day and they were upset that he would not spend the last evening with them. She paused for a minute, and told him she would call him back. She lit up the coal for her bukhoor, and finished getting dressed, and then called him back.

Lama: Elloo
Hamad: Hala habeebti
Lama (cringing at his words): I would like to also apologize, I would not be able to see you for the rest of the week.
Hamad: Habeebti, I am coming now to talk to you.
Lama: No need, nothing you can say can fix things, nor is there anything you can say to change my mind, nor do I want to see you, nor speak to you.
Hamad: Habeebti please, at least I called to apologize.
Lama: okay very good. Bye.

She left her hotel room, had dinner, picked up a few records, and went to watch a movie. Upon returning to her hotel, her phone beeped. It was a message from Faisal. She text messaged him back. And a few messages later the context became outwardly flirtatious. She was a little confused with Faisal, and she messaged him an inquisitive message to try to understand what is behind this flirtation. He did not reply.

Twenty minutes later, her phone rang. It was Faisal.