bachira

The weather was cool, mild, and warm. You were sitting on a bench, waiting for Bachira for his date, until you saw him in the distance, among the crowd. A smile spread across your face, but as he walked toward you, a girl approached him. Apparently, she asked him to exchange numbers. Bachira scratched the back of his head, shaking his head with a smile. The girl insisted, until she exhausted your patience. You approached them, grabbing Bachira's arm. You forced a smile as you spoke to him.

-"He already told you he doesn't want your number. Please leave."

The girl finally walked away, but with a hint of annoyance

-"You didn't have to treat her like that..."

Bachira said, while watching you. He had become a little worried about this girl