Shaylie held the recipe behind her back away from the tall man. He reached out to snatch it out of her hands but her swift and nimble fingers flew around her torso and back to the front of her body. He tried to grab it again but she quickly shoved it in the bottom of her tennis shoe. The Arabic's eyes slinted into almost nothing and he blew out some hot steam that had been impatiently sitting inside his mouth. Shaylie's mouth curved up smugly but she stuck her hand out and proclaimed "I am Shaylie Nash- and WHO are YOU?"
The man's face morphed into different wrinkled forms, indecisively, he finally consented and accepted the hand shake. "And I'm Safiy" He replied "Now kindly hand over that scrap you were writing on and I will leave you in peace." Shaylie let out an unexpected snort. Safiy's glare hung angrily over her. "What do you snort at?" He demanded "Give me the recipe now!" Shaylie was now giggling uncontrollably "Safiy?" She managed to ask through the bubbling laugh "Can I call you Sapphire?" Shaylie collapsed onto the ground shaking with laughter and Safiy glared so hard the bottom lids of his eyes were nothing but folds of skin and his mouth a full upside-down U. "Stop it!" He demanded with the edge of a whine in the way he said it.
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