“You could say that, I suppose,” she replied, a little suspicious of a stranger asking so many personal questions. “And you can call me Zaynab.” Sure, she didn’t want to give him all of her life’s story, but he may as well know her name She was going to be serving his table, after all. And when he pushed the menu away, her eyes followed it for a moment before she asked, “Ready to order?”
She was rather vague and he guessed it was something she didn’t want to talk about after all they did just meet so he let it go. “Nice to meet you Zaynab.” he said, feeling like he’d heard that name before. “Oh! Yeah can I get one of everything?” he asked, grinning a bit. This way there had to be something he liked and his siblings could enjoy whatever he didn’t eat.









