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Coffee always smelled like home to Kaveh. His childhood home was filled with the aroma of coffee as both of his parents were avid coffee lovers. His most fondest memories in his youth were of him on the floor of their home, playing with building blocks as Kaveh’s father served two mugs of coffee for himself and his wife who was working intensely at her desk as she drafted up designs for her clients. There was just something about it that was so serene to Kaveh, a smell of domesticity between his loving parents. After his father died and his mother moved away, the house would never smell like coffee again. In fact, he would never be able to smell coffee like he used to until he started living with Alhaitham.
He’s not sure when the smell of coffee became a constant. Perhaps it was only a matter of time until their entire home was permeated with the scent of it. The two of them, after all, loved to drink coffee. Alhaitham could barely function and was generally even more unpleasant to be around than usual without his morning dose of caffeine while Kaveh loved his coffee maker and all its super cool settings. All that Kaveh knew was that one day the house smelled like books, fresh laundry, and pine, and then one day he woke up and all he could smell was coffee.
He didn’t mind it. Living with Alhaitham was a predicament he did not account for. He felt like he was invading his roommate’s space, and he was pretty sure Alhaitham felt the same. In fact, he was surprised Alhaitham even offered him a room to stay after years of minimal contact. Their arrangement was a temporary one. Even though there was no set timeline for when Kaveh was moving out, it was inevitable. As soon as Kaveh cleared his debt and found himself a new place to stay, or until Alhaitham got sick of him and kicked him out, he would leave. And so, even though this house was but a pit stop in Kaveh’s life journey, the smell of coffee eased him and made him feel more comfortable with his situation. But he would be foolish to get too comfortable, for all of this would disappear one day. Or so he thought.
The smell of coffee was particularly strong that morning. As Kaveh pushed the door to the kitchen open, he was greeted with the usual: Alhaitham was sitting at the table with his mug in one hand and book in another. His food was nowhere in sight but on the other side of the table where Kaveh usually sat was a bowl of fruit with some bread and butter. After living together for so long they have established unspoken rules. For breakfast, it was silently agreed upon that whoever was the first one to wake up first was to make coffee for the both of them, breakfast was optional. It seemed like Alhaitham was in a good mood as he rarely ever prepared Kaveh breakfast. Kaveh approached the table muttering out a sleepy greeting before taking his mug of coffee and bringing it up to his lips. The overwhelming taste of coffee hit his tongue as he began to drink it: mocha and caramel with a hint of almond milk. It was the sweetest of the sweet, a perfect punch to one’s taste buds to jump-start their day, just like how Kaveh preferred it.
Now, Kaveh hated saying ‘thank you' to Alhaitham. The jerk had an ego so inflated that he feared that a simple thanks would cause him to give Kaveh an even bigger headache than he normally did. But credit where credit was due, and he had to hand it to Alhaitham. The coffee was deliciously perfect, and he deserved to know so that he could replicate this exact flavor in the future.
“This is good,” Kaveh said as he placed down the mug and finally sat in his chair plucking a grape from the bowl. He popped one into his mouth savoring its rich flavor before stating, “Thanks for making me coffee.”
“You’d do best to keep the talking to a minimum when your mouth is full,” Alhaitham warned, even looking up from his reading. “Choking is a hazard.”
“It was one grape you idiot, I’m not going to choke,” Kaveh rolled his eyes as he popped another one into his mouth. “Would saying ‘you’re welcome' kill you?”
“Making you coffee is the bare minimum,” Alhaitham replied as he turned the page, his eyes still scanning over the pages of his reading. “I shouldn’t have received a thank you in the first place.”
“Yeah well, your coffee is usually bitter-tasting shit so I wanted to congratulate you on that,” Kaveh retorted as he took another sip of his coffee. “I’m surprised you even know how to add flavor to coffee.”
“Personally, I wanted a thank you for the breakfast,” Alhaitham muttered behind his own mug.
“Fine, thank you for the breakfast. Are you happy now?” Kaveh snapped.
Even though his lips were hidden behind the mug, Kaveh spotted a sly smile gracing his roommate’s face as he nodded. This jerk! He was totally tricking Kaveh to get more praise to come out of his mouth! Kaveh huffed in annoyance as he ripped into his bread, a pout forming on his face. Seemed this particular morning’s score was Alhaitham: one, Kaveh: zero. “You did that on purpose didn’t you?” Kaveh probed him as he accusingly pointed at him with his piece of bread.
“And if I did?” Alhaitham chuckled.
“You’re such an asshole,” Kaveh said as he shook his head, unable to contain the manic grin forming on his face. “I hate you.”
“If you hate me so much, move out of my house,” Alhaitham retorted as he began to stand up.
“Really? Threatening me now? Now that’s a low, even for you,” Kaveh scoffed in disbelief.
Alhaitham had his back turned to Kaveh as he placed the mug in the sink but Kaveh could hear him chuckling. He turned his head to face Kaveh as he replied, “I don’t see any point in living with somebody who despises me.”
“Whatever,” Kaveh rolled his eyes. “I have a meeting with a client now. If you’ll excuse me--”
“I won’t keep you. I have to get to work myself. We’re almost out of vegetables and salt, can you pick some up?” Alhaitham said as he tossed a bag of mora.
Kaveh caught the bag with ease, shoving it into his pocket as he stood up from the table.
“Sure, anything else?” Kaveh asked as he placed his own dishes in the sink and began to exit the room.
“I think that’s it. And Kaveh?”
“Yes?” Kaveh paused under the door frame turning to face Alhaitham.
Alhaitham smirked as he crossed his arms.
“Don’t forget your keys.”
“I won’t!” Kaveh whined as his face turned red, stomping out of the room and grabbing his keys before he left the house altogether.
He had arranged to meet with the client at Pupsa Café so that was exactly where he headed. Seating himself at one of the booths near the entrance, he brought out all his materials, before ordering a second cup of coffee for himself. As soon as Kaveh spotted the client enter, he waved them over. After the client sat down and the two greeted each other, their meeting officially began.
This client was looking to have their forever home built. They had a lot of requests, some great and some not-so-great. Kaveh started the meeting by working out the design and explaining to the client what worked and what didn’t. Unfortunately, this client lacked the capability to listen to reason. Everything Kaveh suggested was shut down, the client maintaining that he wanted everything to be exactly as he imagined. After the third time Kaveh explained to the client how his ideas were not structurally safe and his stubborn ass continued to harass Kaveh into doing what he wanted, Kaveh had just about enough of him.
“Alright, you can take your fantasies somewhere else,” Kaveh slammed his sketchbook shut with a huff. “I am no longer going to put up with this.”
“But what about my house?!” the client complained.
“Oh it’ll be built alright. In your dreams,” Kaveh replied. “Have a good day sir.”
“Ugh, I was warned that you were difficult to work with,” the client muttered under his breath. “But I wanted the best of the best! I should’ve listened to them.”
“Uh huh, bye,” Kaveh curtly waved his hand as he watched the client go. After the client disappeared, all the anger and annoyance fled his body. Now all he was left with was dread. After a month of no commissions, he’d thought he finally struck gold with this one. Now that he had to reject the project, he had no income coming in this month. How was he going to pay off his debts and his rent? He had already missed the last three deadlines, he couldn’t miss this one too!
Kaveh sighed, resting his weary head on the table as his mind continued to whir trying to come up with solutions. Maybe he should pick up some odd jobs to gather the money? No, that won’t do…
“Hey,” Enteka, the acting manager of the café came up to Kaveh gently nudging a cup of coffee into Kaveh’s hand. “I noticed you’ve been down on your luck this month, especially with today’s client. I hope you’re okay.”
“Oh me? Yeah, I’m fine,” Kaveh nervously chuckled as he grabbed the coffee, taking a sip from its straw. The mocha frappuccino tasted just like a milkshake.
“By the way, where’s the handsome man you’re normally with? The one that normally pays for your drinks?” Enteka asked.
“Oh, Alhaitham?” Kaveh asked.
“Oh yes, him! Your husband!”
What.
“Oh, no, no, you have it wrong,” Kaveh profusely shook his head as he dismissively waved his free hand. “We are not married. Not even close.”
“Really?” she pouted. “But I could’ve sworn you two have spoken about living together--”
“Ah! No, it’s really not like that,” Kaveh interjected as his face turned red.
“Oh, then is he your boyfriend?” she asked.
“No, we’re just…” Kaveh trailed off as he thought of what to say. They used to be best friends, but that wasn’t the case anymore. Saying that they were just friends felt wrong as well. It was hard to describe their relationship. Something more than friendship but completely barred from romance. They completed each other, and yet neither would openly admit that.
“I understand,” she gave him a sympathetic pat on the head. “Relationships can be complicated.”
“Yeah,” Kaveh sighed as he took another sip of his coffee. “I mean, he’s just so hard to understand sometimes. Some days I feel like he wants me around and other days I think he can’t stand the sight of me…”
‘Well, if it’s any consolation, from a subjective bystander’s view: I think he really likes you. I’ve never seen a man that hates his company give his companion the looks he gives you.”
The statement caused Kaveh’s heart to flutter. He raised his head to meet Enteka’s gaze. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
Kaveh smiled looking down at his cup of coffee. Enteka really was the best at keeping everyone’s preferences in mind. He had never ordered this before and yet it tasted like heaven. “Thank you for the coffee. How much do I owe you?”
“Don’t worry about it, it’s on the house,” she waved him off. “Just bring your man next time will you?”
“Ha, ha, he’s not my man,” Kaveh nervously chuckled. “But I’ll drag him here next time.”
After leaving the café, Kaveh made a trip down to the bazaar. Using the mora Alhaitham gave him, he purchased all the things he was asked to buy. Now walking around with his bags full of groceries, he proceeded to buy some extra things. Blame Alhaitham, if he didn’t want the money to be spent, he shouldn’t have given him the extra money. Besides, consumerism is good for the market! Something, something cash flow makes the market grow right? The people deserve to be able to put food on the table.
As he began purchasing some extra art supplies and books for Alhaitham, he began to engage in small talk with the vendors. He was relatively friendly with all the vendors in the bazaar, and as he purchased things from them they would ask him about his day, how he’s been, and out of all things, they’d ask about Alhaitham.
“Where's your boyfriend?” a sweet old lady that sold foreign coffee beans asked as she handed him a bag imported from Natlan. “He’s normally the one that purchases things for you.”
Kaveh’s face turned red and his heart skipped a beat. Several actually. Why were so many people asking him about Alhaitham today? And why were they all referring to him as his significant other? What could’ve possibly made them think that? They barely tolerated each other!
“Ah, well, you know, he’s working today. He normally works in the records room all day on Thursdays,” Kaveh responded. “Should I tell him to stop by tomorrow?”
“Oh, you even know his schedule by heart, how sweet. You two really are in love. There’s no need to tell him to come by. When he needs something from me he’ll know where to look,” the lady chuckled. “Give him a sweet old kiss from me when you return to your man.”
“Aha, will do,” Kaveh uncomfortably laughed as he walked away. He had long since given up on correcting these folk. They all seemed to give him confused and disappointed looks when he told them the truth and he just didn’t want to deal with that awkwardness anymore.
Now that he had finished shopping, Kaveh decided that it was time to head home. He was walking along the streets of the city thinking about what to do for dinner when his eyes landed on a familiar figure. Even though this person’s back was facing him, he could recognize them a mile away.
“Tighnari!” Kaveh excitedly called out to him.
Tighnari turned around, his face lighting up as soon as he realized who had called out to him.
“Hey!” he waved Kaveh over to where he was standing. “How did that meeting with the client go?”
“Ugh, I don’t want to talk about it,” Kaveh rolled his eyes.
“Not good, huh?” Tighnari sighed. “Sorry to hear that. You think you’ll be able to pay everything off still?”
“I have a few ideas,” Kaveh shrugged. “But it’ll be another tight month for me, unfortunately.”
“That sucks,” Tighnari frowned, his ears drooping in sympathy. “How about we have dinner at Lambad’s again? My treat.”
“Really? You sure?” Kaveh asked. “I mean I can pay for my own food, you know.”
“Nonsense,” Tighnari shook his head. “We’re friends and friends always lend a hand when we’re in need. You’d do the same if things were switched.”
“Alright, ah, I have to deal with dinner for Alhaitham,” Kaveh sighed. “Is it okay if I bring him along?”
“If he wants to come he can,” Tighnari shrugged.
“I mean he probably won’t but I should still offer the invitation. Unlike him, I have basic manners,” Kaveh scoffed. “The time he actually shows up to one of these gatherings I’ll be a rich man.”
Tighnari laughed, “You’re not wrong. I’ll see you at 7?”
“Yeah!” Kaveh replied. “See you then.”
When Kaveh entered the house, he was expecting Alhaitham to still be at work. He always got home at 6 on Thursdays and it was only 4. To his surprise, he found Alhaitham on the divan taking a nap with a book on his lap. It was an adorable sight. Kaveh smiled to himself ignoring the butterflies in his stomach as he entered the kitchen. As he began to put away his groceries, he heard the door open.
“Welcome back,” Alhaitham greeted as he approached the bags of groceries. “This is more than what I asked for.”
“I did a bit of extra shopping,” Kaveh said as he pushed the bag of coffee beans down the shelf.
“You shouldn’t spend money so frivolously,” Alhaitham reprimanded him. “Do you want to land yourself in more debt?”
“I know what I’m doing, Alhaitham,” Kaveh retorted. “Despite my debt, I do know how to budget. Look, I still left some mora for ya,” Kaveh dropped the bag of mora on the table.
Alhaitham picked it up and inspected the content inside before closing the drawstring bag with a sigh.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what do you mean?” Kaveh asked.
“I meant that I don’t want others taking advantage of you.”
Kaveh stopped what he was doing and blushed. He was grateful that Alhaitham couldn’t see him since he wasn’t facing him. If Alhaitham could see his red face, he’d never live it down.
“I see,” Kaveh replied, trying to play it off as cool but his voice was betraying him. “Moving on, how was your day?”
“Same as always, yours?”
“Terrible,” Kaveh answered.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Alhaitham offered his condolences. “Client meeting went wrong?”
“Ha, that’s only part of the story,” Kaveh began to recount some of the things that happened throughout the day. Alhaitham listened intently to every word Kaveh said.
“Anyways, if there’s one positive thing about today is that I ran into Tighnari.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah, we’re having dinner later,” Kaveh smiled.
“Where are you having dinner?’ Alhaitham asked as he joined Kaveh’s side in the pantry and began to put things away with him.
“Lambad’s. You wanna come?”
“I’m good,” Alhaitham declined. “I’ll just have whatever leftovers you bring home.”
“So just like last time,” Kaveh sighed. “Typical.”
“Would you like me to come?” Alhaitham asked.
“No, I just, never mind,” Kaveh shook his head.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Kaveh lied. It wasn’t nothing but if he said something and Alhaitham asked why, he wouldn’t know how to explain it. Kaveh wasn’t sure why he was feeling so down. This was expected. Alhaitham wasn’t the type to go to social gatherings and this had been a fact since the day they met. So why did Kaveh’s heart feel like it was cracking? Why was there an uncomfortable lump in his throat?
Maybe it was the silly things people had told him that day. All this nonsense about his relationship with Alhaitham was getting to him. They were filling his own head with ideas when the truth was that they had it all wrong. They weren’t like that, they would never be like that. Even if Kaveh felt that way, Alhaitham didn’t and he likely never would—
Kaveh went to retrieve something from the top shelf but miscalculated. In his error, he accidentally grabbed something on top of another item causing them both to start tumbling forward. Kaveh yelped in surprise as he used his other hand to hold everything back from falling.
The commotion grabbed Alhaitham’s attention. Within seconds he was helping Kaveh out by returning the falling items back to their original position, grabbing the item Kaveh wanted to take out before Kaveh finally released his hold on everything and his arms fell back to his side. Alhaitham placed the item on a lower shelf before grabbing Kaveh’s hands. His teal eyes began to inspect them.
“I’m fine,” Kaveh laughed.
Alhaitham gave him a pointed look as he lifted Kaveh’s right hand, displaying a red line that was going down the side of his wrist.
“It’s just a scratch,” Kaveh insisted.
“You’re bleeding,” Alhaitham stated. His grip on Kaveh tightened as he began to drag him out of the pantry. “I’m going to patch you up.”
“I can do that myself y’know.”
Alhaitham paused, turning to face Kaveh. His skin felt like it was on fire as Alhaitham looked into his eyes with a look he had never seen before. It was fond, but serious, as if he couldn’t comprehend why Kaveh wasn’t going along with it.
“I know,” Alhaitham said softly before guiding Kaveh to the chair. He pulled a chair from the table and forced him to sit on it. “I just want to.”
Alhaitham opened up the cabinet that stored all of their medical supplies, grabbing a gauze roll, and some healing balm before returning to the table. Alhaitham pulled out another chair and silently gestured for Kaveh to give him his arm. Kaveh complied, holding out his hand so that Alhaitham could tend his wound. Alhaitham gently applied the healing balm to the scratch which caused Kaveh to hiss from the pain. As Alhaitham applied some more, he gently massaged his hand in an effort to calm Kaveh down. Then, he took out the gauze roll and began to wrap it around his wrist. The way he did everything was methodical and gentle as if Kaveh’s arm was something precious. The display of care made Kaveh’s heart flutter in joy. When finished. Kaveh’s arm returned to his side.
“Thanks,” Kaveh said softly, smiling to himself. “No problem,” Alhaitham said as he stood up from the table, beginning to put away the things he had taken out. “Have fun at your dinner.”
“I will,” Kaveh replied. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?”
Alhaitham smirked, lifting up his newest reading. “I have other plans.”
“Right,” Kaveh chuckled. “See you later.”
“So, that’s why I now I have my arm bandaged,” Kaveh explained to his friends at the dinner table. “An idiot mistake really, but at least Alhaitham helped out. He even patched it up for me.”
Tighnari snorted, rolling his eyes. “How sweet of him to patch up your injury. You know, like a dutiful husband.”
“Stop,” Kaveh whined. “Not you too.”
“Please, anyone with eyes can see it,” Tighnari chuckled. “You’re practically married.”
“We’re really not like that.”
“Right, Cyno, how many times has he brought up Alhaitham in this dinner alone?” Tighnari turned to his friend.
“In the past twenty minutes? At least ten times,” Cyno answered. “You can say he lives rent-free in Kaveh’s mind.”
“Well, we live together, of course I have a lot to say about him,” Kaveh huffed as he crossed his arms in protest. “Wouldn’t it be weird if I didn’t?”
“Maybe if it's once or twice but when we’re talking about the food on the table and you’re suddenly telling us a story about Alhaitham’s adverse relationship with soup, that is a sign that you’re obsessed with him,” Tighnari said.
“I’m not--” Kaveh took a deep breath. He was losing the argument and needed to take a different approach. “Okay, let’s say I was. Which I’m not! What good does that even do for me? He doesn’t think of me as anything more than some dude renting out his place.”
“Are we talking about the same person here?” Tighnari retorted. “The guy exclusively only hangs out with you. He’s the one who pays for your drinks after complaining that you’re too spoiled. Alhaitham. The same guy who prefers to be alone and live a peaceful life and yet has allowed you to live with him. He’s practically obsessed.”
“And he doesn’t shut up about you either,” Cyno added. “The entire time you were away on one of your work trips he kept talking about you. He never said your name, but we all knew he was referring to you.”
“Oh my god, I completely forgot about that! I wanted to strangle him because of how annoying it was,” Tighnari whined as he placed a hand on his temple. “Just thinking about it is giving me another headache…”
“He… mentions me when I’m not around?” Kaveh asked quietly, his face turning red and his heart beating in anticipation. He always assumed that he ceased to exist in Alhaitham’s mind the moment he left the room. He never thought that Alhaitham thought about him, much less talked about him when he wasn’t around.
“All the time,” Cyno answered. “He cares about you.”
“He more than cares about you, Kaveh. He loves you,” Tighnari added.
It felt like the world had been flipped upside down. Kaveh was rethinking everything. He was beginning to see his relationship with Alhaitham in an entirely new light. Had he had this wrong the entire time? Was everybody else seeing something he wasn’t? He needed answers. And sitting at the dinner table muddling over his thoughts wasn’t how he was going to get them.
“I…I have to go,” Kaveh announced as he stood up from the table. “Thank you so much for inviting me out but I have something to attend to.”
“Yeah, I understand,” Tighnari snorted as he gave Kaveh a teasing smile. “Good luck with him.”
“You don’t know what I’m doing,” Kaveh said.
“It’s obvious,” Tighnari chuckled. “Why else are you leaving?”
“Shut up, I don’t wanna hear it. No words! I’m leaving!”
As he left the tavern he could hear the sound of Tighnari’s laughter before his friend called out, “Tell me how it goes next time!”
He ignored that, refusing to acknowledge that Tighnari could read him like a book. Instead, he focused on the journey back home. Home. Since when did he start thinking of that stupid house that smelled like coffee as home? Maybe it wasn’t the house, but the person he’s been living with all along.
As Kaveh entered the foyer Alhaitham immediately emerged from the study, a curious glint in his eyes.
“You’re home early,” Alhaitham commented as he crossed his arms.
“Yes, I brought some leftovers,” Kaveh announced as he dropped the bag of food on the coffee table. “But before you eat, let’s talk.”
“What about?”
Kaveh grabbed Alhaitham’s wrist and dragged them over to the divan. They both sat down, Kaveh still holding onto his wrist as they both blankly stared at each other. Kaveh felt his face grow hot from the staring as he tried to come up with what to say.
“Did you know that the whole city thinks we’re married?” Kaveh asked.
Alhaitham silently nodded. This in turn caused Kaveh’s face to grow hotter in fury as he released his hold on Alhaitham.
“You knew?” Kaveh gasped. “And you just said nothing about it?”
“To be fair, we kinda are,” Alhaitham pointed out.
“Even you?!” Kaveh shouted, taking in a deep breath. “I-- we aren’t even dating!”
“I know,” Alhaitham agreed. “But I was hoping one day we would…”
Kaveh’s eyes widened as he stared at his roommate. Did he hear that correctly? Did Alhaitham just confess that he was interested in him?
“What did you just say?” Kaveh asked cautiously.
“Nothing,” Alhaitham lied as he averted his eyes.
“Don’t lie to me,” Kaveh said as he grabbed Alhaitham’s hand. “How long have you… felt this way about me?”
Alhaitham smiled softly, bringing up his free hand to cup Kaveh’s face. His thumb ran soothing circles across his cheek, as teal eyes met crimson. He had never looked at Alhaitham this close. Had he always been this gorgeous? Kaveh couldn’t look away, his heart beating so hard it was pounding in his ears.
“Since I first laid eyes on you,” Alhaitham admitted. “I’ve always wanted you.”
“Why did you never say anything?” Kaveh asked.
“I was too afraid to speak up back when we were students,” Alhaitham confessed as he rested his forehead against Kaveh. “And then we didn’t talk for years. When you moved back into my life I wasn’t sure exactly where we stood, so I kept quiet. I was content with just having you close. Even if you never felt the same way, as long as you were with me I was satisfied.”
Kaveh chuckled, shaking his head, “If you had something before, I would’ve realized my feelings sooner.”
Alhaitham paused, he pulled away from Kaveh to look at him curiously, “You…”
“Yes,” Kaveh confirmed with a smile, nuzzling into Alhaitham’s hand. “I feel the same.”
Kaveh swore that the light in Alhaitham’s eyes shined brighter than he’d ever seen them shine. Elated, Alhaitham wasted no time pulling their faces closer, capturing Kaveh’s lips in his. His lips tasted like coffee. Like something Kaveh felt safe around. Like home.
When they pulled away, Kaveh closed his eyes, resting his head against Alhaitham’s, wanting to catch his breath but still wanting to be close to him. Alhaitham planted a kiss on his nose.
“I love you,” Alhaitham confessed. “I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to wake up and make you your favorite coffee every morning and cherish you until my final breath.”
“You Haravatats and your words,” Kaveh shook his head in disbelief. “You can make anyone fall in love with them.”
“That’s the plan,” Alhaitham smirked before diving in for another kiss.
When Kaveh was a child, he associated the smell of coffee with home. His parents were avid coffee lovers and would often make each other coffee throughout the day. His childhood home always smelled like coffee. Kaveh was grateful that he was able to experience the same feelings the smell gave him as a child, now reinvented in his adulthood with Alhaitham. Just like his parents, they loved coffee and would frequently make each other cups of it. In the morning the first one to wake up would make the coffee. In the afternoon the first one to get home would leave coffee for the other as they returned home from work. In the evening, the two of them would unwind on the divan with their pair of mugs side by side as Alhaitham read and Kaveh laid on his lap and sketched into his sketchbook. Yes, this was home, here next to the love of his life surrounded by the aroma of their favorite drink.
The next time somebody were to ask about Alhaitham, Kaveh was sure to tell them the good news.