Hassan nodded with a stifled grin, his gaze flickering to Kiraz, as Grant rambled on, oblivious to the silent communication between them. He knew she hated it, tilting his head when the patron's gaze held hers for a little too long. Whenever Grant said something that seemed even slightly intriguing, Hassan's eyes would open wider, and Kiraz's expression was so funny that he almost couldn't help but laugh. He held it back when Grant turned back to Hassan, the bleached blonde turning to him with another nod and dramatic head shake.
"No, that's—" Hassan pauses, sighing with theatrical flair. "You're right. I don't think I've ever heard of anyone so... what's the word..." He looks to Kiraz, almost purposefully dragging her down with him. "Perfect?" His eyes remained fixed on Kiraz, since dodging Grants was likely a worse experience than maintaining eye contact with her. "I mean, he makes a pretty compelling argument, Kiraz..." Hassan smiles, leaning against the counter for support. He nods over to Grant, briefly turning to him before he turns back to her.
"Single, a scientist, and—" He points to Grant for confirmation. "No kids of his own!" Hassan grins again, but both of them know his grin is holding something else. "Grant also once fixed the very stool you're sitting on. I mean, you can't get better in-law material than that." He would be surprised if Kiraz took Grant's offer to date his son, but then again, Hassan learned that anything could happen these days—even Kiraz dating Grant's oldest son.
