“Ah, A, B, C.” Tahmasb went on as she tried to completely rip out the tab on her can of carrot juice, reciting her ABC's as she kept on twisting the tab.
“What are you doing?” Ishmael asked.
If one tried to test how many twists it took to completely rip apart a tab off the can, it would be better to count it with numbers instead of letters. Tahmasb seemed quite focused on the task in front of her, but she stopped it and turned to Ishmael.
“You recite a letter for every twist it takes it to rip the tab off, and find which letter it will land on when it breaks.” She simply stated and went right back to counting. “D, E…”
“Why would you do that?” Ishmael looked perplexed, this Tahmasb girl is so peculiar. “Why do you need to know that?”
“Because, the letter it lands on…” Tahmasb grinned, “…Is the initial of your special person.”
Tahmasb giggled to herself as Ishmael watched her, a tired look on her face. She's not a bad girl, just… maybe she's a bit silly at times…
“F, G… I.”
With “I”, the tab came off, and Tahmasb, very happily, took a big gulp of her carrot juice.
“Yummyyy…”
“You skipped a letter.”
“I skipped four, actually,” Tahmasb smiled, “because my alphabet has more letters than English.”
Ishmael sighed. Then why not do it in your alphabet? Not that this little fortune telling game of hers means anything at all, so maybe it is smarter to not search for any logic in it at all.
“It landed on ‘I’, so who cares? Her name starts with an ‘I’… Ah, maybe it's you, Ismail?”
Ishmael got taken aback by that, just a little bit. She turned her head away from Tahmasb, maybe blushing just a little bit, but surely it's just her freckles…
“Ah, I love carrot juice. Ah, come to think of it, it has a similar colour to your hair… Maybe that's why it tastes so sweet, huh, Ismail?”
Somehow, the colour of Ishmael's cheeks slowly became redder, leaving behind the light pink flush. Tahmasb is just, ugh… Such a noisy idiot… For some reason, Ishmael's heart is even noisier.