“I’ve got it covered,” Alina says with a smile, quickly pulling out her card and tapping it on the payment machine before I can object. “Nuisance, I swear to fucking god, if you pull that move one more time—” “Relax, Asseer. Consider it my gift to Zoha for accepting me as her mother and best friend.” Alina tucks her card back into her wallet. Rage isn’t even the correct word to describe what she just did. “You can pay for the supplies. How’s that sound?”
