Scene: A downtown Starbucks. A Canadian in Abu Dhabi has gone to get an early-morning White Americano (a racist-sounding drink if ever there was one). She waits for her order to be filled. To her left is a beautiful, young Emirati woman. To her right, at the drink station, a tall, handsome Emirati man. She notices that the woman is wearing a beautiful abaya, with gorgeous, ribbon-type appliques. Sensing a rare opportunity to satisfy her ongoing quest to connect with locals, she goes for it.
A Canadian in Abu Dhabi: I love your abaya, it's gorgeous.
Beautiful Emirati woman: Thank you.
The man, having received his drink, walks past A Canadian in Abu Dhabi. He stops for what feels like micro-seconds, mumbles something she cannot hear to the beautiful Emirati woman, and swiftly leaves the Starbucks. A Canadian in Abu Dhabi is overcome with curiosity and, having previously and gloriously established the scantest of connections, decides it must be satisfied.
A Canadian in Abu Dhabi (hesitantly): Do you know him?
Beautiful Emirati woman, smiling: No.
A Canadian in Abu Dhabi: What did he say to you?
Beautiful Emirati woman, still smiling: He told me his phone number.
A Canadian in Abu Dhabi: I love your abaya, it's gorgeous.
Beautiful Emirati woman: Thank you.
The man, having received his drink, walks past A Canadian in Abu Dhabi. He stops for what feels like micro-seconds, mumbles something she cannot hear to the beautiful Emirati woman, and swiftly leaves the Starbucks. A Canadian in Abu Dhabi is overcome with curiosity and, having previously and gloriously established the scantest of connections, decides it must be satisfied.
A Canadian in Abu Dhabi (hesitantly): Do you know him?
Beautiful Emirati woman, smiling: No.
A Canadian in Abu Dhabi: What did he say to you?
Beautiful Emirati woman, still smiling: He told me his phone number.
