I asked you that day if you were a man. I remember how you raised your head, and how you directed that sharp gaze of yours like a shell of flame. Your gaze was delicious despite its sharpness and defiance. I don’t know how you stole me so quickly, Juman. I don’t understand how you stole my heart from the first time I laid eyes on you. I provoked you a lot that day. I was increasingly thirsty to provoke you after every word and every sentence. Your nervousness was delicious, the redness of your ears was exciting. You were (the desired one) in short, and I wasn’t going to let you go after I found you. When you left the café, Juman, I decided that you would be mine. I would never allow you to be anyone else’s.