whooshing in and out of her nose, she wondered, waiting for a subtle faltering, a revealing
irregularity, that would betray her thoughts?
And what would it be like to kiss him, to feel the fuzzy hair above his lip tickling her own
lips?
Then Tariq shifted uncomfortably in his seat. In a strained voice, he said, "Did you know
that if you fling snot in Siberia, it's a green icicle before it hits the ground?"
They both laughed, but briefly, nervously, this time. And when the film ended and they
stepped outside, Laila was relieved to see that the sky had dimmed, that she wouldn't have
to meet Tariq's eyes in the bright daylight.