Al Hilal

… He shrugs, humbly and embarrassed, as he says, “I hope you don’t mind. I’m not asking permission. I mean, I can’t. Pictures take over me like spirits, taking me with them. When I see something special, I feel compelled to take a picture of it.” His eyes sparkle behind his glasses, and he touches the photo. “This was taken at a reception for Aziz. You were standing there talking, and I was almost hidden in the crowd. You two looked amazing… like that.” He points to the photos. “As you can see, but I mean, I don’t mean to interfere, but if you don’t like her…” he adds quickly, reaching for the photo.
“I love her,” she tells him, pulling it closer. She feels a pang of discomfort that their personal life has become so public and visible, but it seems this is a result of Nathan’s powers. He sees what others don’t, like a doctor or a priest—a trusted professional, unconcerned with the privacy of relationships.
“Do you really love her?” His lips appear pale, his eyes are downcast, and his eyelashes are thick, like pieces of felt.
At that moment, the door opens with a clang, and Han enters. Nathan quickly pulls the photo from Serene’s fingers and places it back in the bag.
When he looks up, his eyes seem to have taken on light and depth, as if Han is the person he’s been waiting for.