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Started November 15, 2019 by Deleted user

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"I'm craving some shawarma right now," Arvil hummed. "What do you say about going to a shawarma joint?"

Daisy hummed, nodding. “Shawarma sounds great. Is there a place close by?”

"There is one fifteen minutes away," Arvil nodded, already making a turn for it. "It's the best shawarma in the city."

“Well, then it better not disappoint,” Daisy chuckled, leaning back in her seat. “I’ll be holding you to that.”

"It would not be disappointing, I assure you," Arvil shot her a smirk. "You'll want to come back here again."

Daisy hummed. “Well, good. I think we’d have to rethink this entire thing if you took me to bad restaurants.”

"Perhaps that could be a reason for our breakup," Arvil commented as he took a turn, eye instantly searching for a parking space. "Arvil Davis, purposely taking Daisy Riley to bad restaurants."

Daisy snorted, shaking her head. “Oh, yes. Definitely. I cannot believe you would do such a thing.”

"The things a man does to get out of a relationship," Arvil sighed as he killed the car engine and unbuckled himself.

“The things a woman will complain about to get out of one,” Daisy chuckled as she climbed out of the car.

"Women and their high expectations," Arvil rolled his eyes and shut the door behind himself. He locked the door. "Let's go?"

“Yes, let’s. I’m pretty hungry, now that I think about it,” Daisy mused as she starred walking toward the door.

"There are lots of different versions of shawarma in here," he said to her, hands in his pockets. "You can tell them what you want and don't want."

Daisy nodded once in acknowledgement. “Sounds good. What’s your favorite thing to get here.”

"There's something called the paratha roll," Arvil answered as they walked inside and searched for a table. "It's delicious."

“What’s on that one?” Daisy asked as they sat down at a table.

"That is a bit harder to explain," Arvil pursed his lips. "Remember when I mentioned I've been to places? Well, I was on business in a country called Pakistan, and they sold a roll made out of this bread they call a paratha. Inside it are some chicken, mayonnaise, some vegetables, and spices. However much you like. When I came back to the States, I immediately searched for it nearby. So I found this."

“I know about Pakistan, Arvil,” Daisy chuckled, unfolding the menu and glancing down at it. “Sounds like it could be good… I’ll take a look before I order anything.”

"All right," Arvil hummed. "Do you need more time to decide what you want?"

“Just a little bit,” Daisy said with a nod, still glancing over the menu.

"Take all the time you need," Arvil assured her gently. "Whatever you take will be delicious. They even have burgers."

Daisy hummed in acknowledgment of his words. Eventually, she decided on a chicken shawarma bowl with rice and cabbage.

Arvil called out a waiter and gave him their orders. He wasn't a big fan of cabbages, so he gave Daisy a weird look when she told him what she wanted. Who even likes cabbages?

"So," Arvil broke the silence, "anyone in particular that you like at the orphanage?"

(Daisy: It adds a good crunch, okay!)

“Not particularly, no. The kids were very sweet, though,” Daisy said with a shrug. “What about you?”

(Arvil: cringes)

“I can’t have any favorites,” Arvil clicked his tongue teasingly and shook his head. “What kind of a person would I be? I’ve known them for years, Daisy.”