Rashid
A few months later…
Tightly rolling the last of my shirts, I shoved it into my suitcase and tucked the side flap over to zip it closed. I'd packed lightly for some reason, not wanting to bog myself down with unnecessary things to travel with. An unusual thing for me, considering that most of the time I tended to overpack for comfort.
It wasn't that I minded having to buy new things if I ended up missing something along the way, but I preferred not to. A creature of comfort was my natural state and getting anything that I tended to gravitate toward when visiting somewhere foreign was never an easy task.
However, this trip was much different.
Behind me, Zayed rattled on about our travel itinerary—most of which I barely paid any attention to. It wasn't that I didn't care to not li
