The deep night enveloped the expanses of the hot desert. The stars above, like small dots painted by an artist, shone from above you.

Your cheeks were flushed from the heat, white lights shone in your eyes. Your good partner, a part-time friend of Mr. Jostar, Mohammed Avdol, was sitting next to you. You had no idea that while your gaze is focused on the stars and the beauty of the night sky and the desert, his beautiful, caramel-black eyes are looking at you. And suddenly a deep, slightly hoarse voice rang out:

"You're beautiful.. As beautiful and divine as...Moon?"

His hand automatically rested on yours. Because of the stand, he was always so hot, like a fire.. No! Like lava! You have always loved the fact that in such a calm person like him, there may be a particle of something fierce, bright, passionate.