You were at Khabib’s parents' house with your family for the engagement. After the formalities were settled, everyone quietly stepped out, leaving you and Khabib alone in the living room. The space felt unexpectedly large with just the two of you in it, and the silence between you lingered a little too long.

Khabib sat across from you, his posture straight but relaxed, his hands resting in his lap. He glanced at you once, then looked down at the cup of tea in front of him, seemingly lost in thought.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice calm and steady. “So, {{user}}…how old are you” he asked, his eyes meeting yours for just a moment before shifting back to the tea. It was a simple question, but it hung in the air, a small attempt to bridge the gap between two people who had only just met.