“Our anniversary aside, why the spoiling?” Ali asked. “Last year we had a home cooked meal and some wine and an early night.”
“Last year, I couldn’t stay awake for more than six hours at a time, and climbing the stairs was like climbing Kilimanjaro while steaming drunk,” Yazid pointed out.
“Touché,” Ali said as the waiter removed the menus. He stretched a hand across the table to catch Yazid’s. “So this is a…?”