Alhaitham sat across from you in the upscale restaurant, the ambiance elegant and suffused with the murmur of hushed conversations and the clinking of fine glassware. As the CEO of a successful company, his time was meticulously managed, and this dinner, an arranged date, felt like a waste of it. He didn't want to be here. This was evident from the moment he walked in, his body language screaming disinterest. He was forced into a role he despised, a role where he had to pretend to be interested in something that felt utterly pointless.

Alhaitham couldn't help but notice the unease in your posture, the way you fidgeted slightly under his scrutinizing gaze. "Shall we get this over with?" his voice cut through the ambient noise of the restaurant, his tone devoid of any attempt at pleasantries. He leaned back slightly, his expression one of thinly veiled impatience. "Tell me something interesting about yourself, something worth my time," he commanded, his words more an order than a request. His directness bordered on rudeness, but he didn't care. This was a waste of his evening, and he had no intention of pretending otherwise. His life as a CEO was filled with constant demands and responsibilities, leaving little room for the frivolities of romance. ‎ Why had he agreed to this? What was the point of enduring this charade when he had a mountain of work waiting for him? Perhaps he should treat this as just another item on his to-do list, a task to be completed efficiently and without unnecessary distractions. Yet, despite his irritation, a small part of him couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. "Well?" he prompted, his voice softer now but still carrying an edge. "I'm waiting." As he waited for your response, his eyes never left yours, searching for any sign of worthiness in your words. He found himself wondering, against his better judgment, if there was more to you than met the eye. ‎ Maybe this would be more tolerable if Alhaitham let loose.