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Said Hossain left you, plain and simple.

He left for his stupid prep school and he never looked back, not once. Even when Ms. Barnes was sick, he didn't write one letter.

You hate him. You have for four years now.

Or at least, you thought you did.

Since the Islamic Center burned down, you and Said have been working together to convince the mayor to get it rebuilt. Said's been...more of a help than you'd initially expected, coming up with fundraising ideas and helping you go through with them.

You're kinda friends again.

It's kinda great.

He's really cute now.

Right now, you and Said are making cupcakes for an upcoming bake sale you've planned. Since you can't really trust him to bake correctly, Said's just measuring things out and handing them to you.

There's flour in his hair, somehow, and pink frosting on his chin, and you regret to admit that he's really very cute.

Said holds up his measuring cup. "How much sugar do we need, again?"