Hi Nadia,
It's okay. Mistakes happen.
But since the message already found its way here… maybe it wasn't completely wrong.
— AimanHi… I think I sent this message to the wrong person.
Nadia stared at her phone for a moment after sending the message.
She didn't expect a reply.
But a few seconds later, her screen lit up again.
Hi Nadia,
It's okay. Mistakes happen.
She hesitated before typing again.
Thank you for understanding. I really thought I disturbed someone.
Not at all.
Another short reply.
Simple. Calm. Polite.
For some reason, that made her smile a little.
Since I already sent the message… may I know who I accidentally texted?
Aiman.
Just Aiman.
Nice to meet you, Aiman. I'm Nadia.
Farid leaned against the table, watching Aiman quietly for a moment.
"You've been smiling at your phone a lot lately," he said.
Aiman didn't look up. "Did I?"
Farid folded his arms and stared at him.
"I've known you for five years, Aiman," he continued. "Five years."
Aiman finally glanced at him.
"And in those five years," Farid said, shaking his head slowly, "I can count how many times you smiled like that."
Aiman let out a small laugh. "You're exaggerating."
"No," Farid replied seriously. "I'm not."
He leaned closer and lowered his voice.
"So… who is she?"
"There's no one," Aiman answered calmly.
Farid raised an eyebrow.
"That answer," he said, pointing at Aiman, "is exactly the answer people give when there is someone."
Aiman tried to hide his smile as he slipped his phone back into his pocket.
"It was just a wrong message."
Farid stared at him for a second before grinning.
"A wrong message," he repeated. "And somehow it made you happier than I've seen you in five years."
He shook his head again.
"Yeah," he said. "Very dangerous.".