Writer: Farida Ahmed
Editor: Abdallah Sobhi
His furrowed eyebrows towering over his dark eyes emit a faux domineering drizzle, it would intimidate most people, It nearly did me, but, he’s a faux. His prying smirk grazing his stubbled face was such a deal breaker to anyone’s composure, It would devour every ounce of nerve fibers in most people, It nearly did me, but, he’s a faux. His bitter back against the tanned leather of his chair, eyes stealing hasty glances, noticing everything, he would fracture most people under his burning gaze till their last speck, it nearly did me, but, he’s a faux. The steering wheel gripped so hard his knuckles turned white, his other hand lay carelessly, fingertips dancing on his thigh from time to time, while he drowns in his cigarette’s smoke, would always leave you breathless, as it almost did me, just, almost, so picturesque, so intoxicating, such a faux.