“You’re Lebanese?” Smirk. “I’ve been to Lebanon. It is very beautiful. I was stationed there for a year.”

The room began to spin. I felt my muscles loosen almost immediately. My legs would surely have given way if not for my sheer willpower. Luckily I was sitting

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Wipe that fucking smirk off your fucking face! You smug fucking bastard. What the fuck do I do? Oh shit. Oh fuck. I can’t handle this. I wanted to quit. Right there. Get up, leave and just forget this most horrid of encounters. Go home and live behind my wall. An easy solution to a complex problem.