Annita runs into a man

Heading off from the shop, Annita felt like she was on Cloud 9. Not only had her time at the mosque had gone well, she had also made a friend

"Miss?" a voice called out and elderly woman came to a stop. Looking about, she eventually found the source. An older man, he was dressed in a long white tunic and a turban. A beard hung down from his face, wafting about in the little wind blowing through. Green eyes surrounded by wrinkles stared out towards her.

"Hello?" Annita greeted and walked over. A smile on her face. Did this man really think that she was an elderly lady? That had to be it.

"Assalam aleikum." the man greeted and got a nod from Annita in return. She wasn't sure why, but Annita found herself attracted to him. "I saw you coming out of the mosque and wanted to get your name, but you walked away before I had a chance to ask for your name."

Annita's cheeks went pink. This was the second person in one day who wanted to know her name. Perhaps she had made the right call here.

"Annita. What's yours?" she inquired, doing her best to make her cheeks return to normal. Easier said than done here. But the elderly woman managed.

"Hamza." the man explained and looked up to the sky. Then it was right back to Annita. "Would you like to make this a date?"