"Thank you," she said as they stopped at the front door.
"Thank you for saying yes," he replied. "To the date, I mean. I promise to make it special."
"I'm sure you will."
He lifted her hand, hesitated, then pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. The gesture sent tingling up her arm.
"Goodnight, Arezoo."
"Goodnight, Ruvon."
She watched him walk away, and when he turned at the corner to wave, she waved back with a smile spreading across her face that she couldn't suppress and didn't want to.
The house was quiet when she entered, and she wondered where everyone was.
There was light in her mother's room, and she headed that way, finding her on the couch watching an Iranian channel on the television.
"Come," her mother patted the couch beside her. "A lot is happening back home."
"Good or bad?" Arezoo asked as she sat down.
"That depends on who you are asking."
"I'm asking you."
"It's good," her mother said. "I think."
