Kaveh slumped against the table. Al-Haitham shot a glare at him and pushed him off. “Who am I going to pester now?” “Maybe the guy you were dancing with,” Al-Haitham suggests. “Well,” Kaveh says, “maybe the radio station they play will at least have the sense to shuffle their songs.”

Al-Haitham looks up. “You’re still going on about that?” “Yes? That was the whole point of coming here tonight!” Al-Haitham snorted, the ghost of a smirk appearing on his lips. “Good to know you’ve enjoyed yourself.” “With your playlist? Hah! As if!” “You certainly looked like you did."