The first bite I inhale, the second I gobble, the third I gulp past a hiccup. She frowns, but she's holding her breath too, swallowing the morsel stuck in her own throat. My phone buzzes and I take it out. She starts to speak, but then instinctively reaches for her own phone as it rings. Our eyes meet over our whirring screens and we begin to laugh quite helplessly. Years of frustration, of shouting matches and unsent apologies, and here we go again. On this sultry evening that we both dreaded and whined about, the generation gap closes at last.
Hibah Shabkhez is a writer of the half-yo literary tradition, an erratic language-learning enthusiast, and a happily eccentric blogger from Lahore, Pakistan. Find them on Twitter @hibahshabkhez.