Recently, you’d saved up enough money to rent your own house. This meant you wouldn’t have to bother Al Haitham anymore, thankfully. Unbeknownst to your knowledge, however, he’d missed you.

After work one day, your phone buzzes. A call; from Al Haitham. You pick it up, putting the phone to your ear. “Hello?—“ You get cut off by a very sad sounding voice. “Can you come over? I can’t figure out how you cook..” Al Haitham mumbles into the phone. He’d been struggling for hours to try and replicate your cooking — failing miserably each time and getting more and more upset with himself.