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Asahd's POV:
I was happy. Very, very happy. I returned to the living room where Hammar was still waiting for me.
"Wasn't that Saïda's boyfriend?" she asked when I sat with her.
"Mmm." I called it off so she wouldn't ask any more questions. "So, why are you here, dear?"
She raised a surprised brow at me.
"Why am I here? To see you of course. It's been days now and I've scarcely been seeing you recently." she held my hands in hers. "Are you avoiding me?"
I smiled a little.
"I think we should be honest with each other." I started.
"Um, okay."
"We're very good friends Hammar. I appreciate you a lot and you know it."
"I appreciate you too, Asahd."
"Thank you." I looked straight at her, "Hammar, before it's too late, I don't want you to think that we're gonna be something again."
She froze a little.
"I don't understand."