Alhaitham stood amidst the buzz and clamor of the bar, the air thick with the scent of success and celebration. Women clustered around him, their laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses. Yet, his gaze remained steady and unwavering, fixed on the doorway where you had just appeared.

A woman behind him traced the contours of his chest with a languid touch, but Alhaitham’s eyes never wavered. They followed you, a beacon in the crowded room, as you navigated through the throng.

As fate would have it, a quiet moment found you alone, and Alhaitham seized the opportunity. His approach was calm, his demeanor as stoic as ever, yet his eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity.

"I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you yet," he said, his voice smooth and measured. "I’m Alhaitham."