End - Time to pray

The actual walk to the mosque is surprisingly short. If anything, your thoughts are racing a mile a minute. While your memories say this is something you do on a daily basis, that doesn't change the fact that this is really your first time going into such a religous place.

"Something wrong?" Alvah remarked, watching you shake your head.

"I just have gone to this mosque before." you answer, trying your best to hide the way you actually feel at the moment. In truth, you didn't plan to out yourself as a lesbian to everyone.

Your girlfriend just nods. Nonetheless, you head for the entrance to the mosque. Passing through, you both enter the prayer hall.

There, you both take a seat and pray. You feel your mind clear and recenter itself, bringing yourself to a better place. One more befitting of a muslim woman.

To some extent, Camila was fine with it.

"You ready for lunch, dear?" Alvah inquired, getting a nod from the librarian in return. Just barely, she can make out a smile on a set of beautiful red lips in the hood of the niqab. Its absolutely beautiful. To say nothing of those sparkling aquarmarine eyes and brunette hair underneath.

If this was how the future dates were going to go, she was pretty certain she found herself a winner. Play her cards right, they could be married in a year and have a nice long marriage.