Khalida blushes and smiles softly, and she’s surprised when a waiter pulls up a chair by him for her. She sits down, and she’s positioned to where she’s diagonal from him. 

Layla nearly falls off, and she clings to him when he takes off. 

Asa frowns and shakes her head. “That’s the thing. I like you too, but you smell like your in [i]love[/i], not in like.”