“Everything alright?” “God!” I bounce back, clutching my chest. “What the fuck, Azeer? You scared me.” He leans against the doorway, a languid smile on his lips, and looks at me from head to toe as he often does when we meet. It’s as if he’s seeing me for the first time, every time. “Is a ghost from your past haunting you, sweetheart?” “No thanks to you.”
