The wish itself was pretty mediocre and commonplace, a mundane fantasy to escape the mundane.
The curtain rises, silence engulfs the theatre,
She is broken but she is fine.
“You’re 20 minutes late, there’s no way I’m letting you in,” Dr Faisal said in a cold voice with a smirk on the corner of his face. His smirk is one coated with joy and glory.
“Eat, My darling, or else your goulash will become cold”
“Extra ghugni, no chilis,” he confirmed, his cyber-enhanced eyes ever judging.