I kept finding excuses to go out of the house, to walk down the drive, all the time hoping I would ‘bump into’ Amirah. The sparks from our meeting at the charity event kept me buzzing: there was definitely something there. But every time I left the house, I saw every neighbour but her. It was as if she had disappeared. Until Sunday night. I had popped into the local express supermarket to grab some things for Jamal’s lunch the next day when I heard a familiar voice in the aisle behind me. I would have recognised it anywhere. She was with her little sister and Abdullah and they seemed to be arguing about something. Stuck in the middle of the disagreement between her siblings, Amirah’s head was down, her long eyelashes sweeping her cheeks, a hint of a smile touching her lips. I was torn between keeping quiet and simply listening to her voice, and letting her know I was there. The part of me that wanted her to look up and see me, that wanted to see that smile of hers widen when she saw me, that wanted to get just one more look at that cute dimple, won over.
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