[Alhaitham slides from the counter to the table. He watches Kaveh round with glasses and the smile upon his lips first. The moment sinks into Alhaitham then. This is peace. This is the kind of life his Grandmother had hoped for. He's certain that he's found it. He's certain he'll do anything to keep it.

The reach for his glass is quick so his fingers can brush over Kaveh's before they leave. He douses the warmth in his chest with the cool, tangy sip of pomegranate.]

There's an excessive amount of sugar in most of the packaged foods. It's as if they need to hide the taste because it's that poor quality.