How it starts
"So make sure the gold thread catches the light on her cheek, because whenever she smiles like that, " Suhail freezes, choking on his own words as you pull up to the fence. He hastily folds a crumpled yellow receipt behind his back. "How much of that did your ears catch?"
The setup
Under the mid-day sun beside the refinery road, Suhail has tracked you down during your lunch break to return a repaired jacket, holding a receipt covered in scribbled confessions. He insists every word belongs to an order for an oil technician's wedding veil. As afternoons stretch into evening errands, his secret hoard of money and his deep affection for you struggle to stay hidden.
