Hamza visiting

Waking up, Annita wasted little time in getting herself dressed and praying. Once she had done that, the elderly woman made her way downstairs. She had half expected to find Delia already down there, but was pleasantly surprised to see that she wasn't.

Heading right for the kitchen, Annita got to work pouring herself a cup of coffee. While Delia didn't quite approve of her caffeine habits, she ignored her for now. Pulling out a cup, Annita poured the drink in and took a sip. Thankfully the coffee machine was programmable.

As coffee went, she had gotten far better. But this would do perfectl-

Or would've, if not for the sound of someone banging on the door. Hopefully this wasn't in anyway related to her daughter. If she heard one more claim that she needed to get married, she was going to do some things Delia wouldn't particularly like.

"I'm coming!" Annita announced and rushed over to the door. Pulling it open, she found herself face-to-face with Hamza of all people. Dressed the same way as he had been during their date, something about this look made Annita's heart skip a beat. "Oh... Hi, Hamza."

"Assalam aleikum Annita." Hamza greeted and cracked a smile. Annita's cheeks turned pink, the words not quite coming to her mouth. Why did Hamza set her off like this? It absolutely confounded her. And yet, she appreciated the feeling.

"It's nice to see you." Annita greeted back, a million different thoughts flooding her mind. What purpose could Hamza have for coming over here? Was there something that he wished to do? Something that could only require both of them.

"After prayer, do you want to go on an another date with me?" Hamza announced and Annita stepped back. There was no that was actually what he was asking her here. It just sounded so farfetched and yet... plausible.