Gossip sessions with his best friend were like Kaveh’s weekly routine. He’d barge into their home, throw himself on their couch and would allow them to paint his nails while he complained about his problems.

Complaining and nails— a paradise for both, really.

"Haitham locked me out all because I said that he has no creative bone in his body." Kaveh dramatically says, ranting about his irksome roomie while a coat of red polish was being painted on his nails. “He’s like a logic addict.”