28.3.23

Jadon 🤭

hananaaaa

hello jadon :))

u don't have a shoot today do u?

nah 

but how do u know tho?

u mentioned which days u do and don't a while ago

oh u remembered?

bestie i remember everything

okay so whats my birthday 

april 19th yeah

whats mine??

march 25th

it was literaly last week im not going to forget

🙄

anyways do u wanna go get dinner??

yeah why not

k i'll be at urs in 30 minutes? 

is that okay?

u sure u don't want me to drive??

yeah i'll take u dw abt it

alr then cya

cya :))

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she walks out of the entrance to see him leaning against his car on his phone

she gives him a little wave and runs a bit towards him as he brings her into a little hug

he walks her to the passenger seat and opens the door of the fancy mercedes for her, and sits back down in the drivers seat

"so, where we going?" Hana asks him

"theres this restauraunt i know you will love"

"ooh what kinda food?"

"its a surprise love" he laughs as she feels butterflies in her stomach at him calling her love

she knew they were only friends and that they'd called each other that plenty of times before but it still gave her butterflies every time just like it did the first time

they arrive at the restaraunt in the wealthier suburbs of Manchester

"i drove past here a couple times and i thought you'd like it"

she read the restaurant name

beity- palestinian kitchen

"no way, thank you so much J"

"come on, let's go inside" he smiles as they walk it

they walk inside and a waiter seats them on a small table in the restaraunt

the restaraunt was small but it was packed with people, it was decorated just like a small palestinian home, with tapestries on the wall and stained glass windows, and it smelt amazing, it made the girl feel like she was home

they flip through the menus

"do you recognise the food?" Jadon asks her

she nods "my mum or gran has made it all at some point in my life"

"what's your favourite then?"

"Msakhan, i love Msakhan, its the best thing ever and my mum makes it soo well"

"should i get that then?"

"definitely, and i'll get Maqluba and we'll share"

"sure then"

an old woman comes up to their table to take their order

"hala, can i take your order?" the friendly old woman smiles

jadon looks at Hana, telling her to order as she clearly knew what to get

"umm can we have one msakhan, and one Maqluba" 

"would you like to add any side dishes?"

"can you give us a mix of some of your reccomendations?"

"of course" she smiles

 "also your pronunciations are very good, are you arab?"

"yeah, my dads moroccan and my mums palestinian"

"ah" she smiles happily "we haven't had someone actually palestinian in a while, glad to see you here" she laughs happily as she repeats the order for the two

"are you palestinian yourself then?"

"yeah, born and raised, i moved here for university when i was younger, and you know how it is back home, so i just stayed"

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"why are you staring at me?" she laughs as she asks the boy

"oh sorry, i just can't seem to look away"

her face turns red at his comment, which causes her to roll her eyes

"aww, you're blushing. I like that look on you."

"Jadon bloody Sancho, Are you trying to flirt with me?" 

"Yes. Is it working?"

"shut up" she laughs as she gets up in embarrasment "im going to the bathroom"

she walks to the bathroom for a second and stares at herself in the mirror

it wasnt the first time they'd been flirting, but it definitely was the first he'd clearly admitted it

she liked it, but she wasn't admitting nothing to no one, not even herself

she brushed away the feelings and walked back out to see Jadon munching on some bread

"how's the bread?"

"peng"

"your such a roadman" she laughs

he shrugs "i mean i grew up in london"

"you lived in Germany for how many years, i'd hoped you'd lose the roadman accent"

"i did until Jude showed up there, that kid is actually pure roadman even though he's from birmingham"

"i wouldn't be surprised"

"speaking of Jude, do you want to prank call him?"

"sure"

"pass me your phone since he has my number saved"

"alright" she says passing him her phone

he enters the number into the phone, and then pressing on the call button

"hello?" the confused boy says

"Hello, this is Stephen from the greater birmingham police, is this Jude Bellingham?"

"yeah, yes?"

"we're calling as we had a complaint from the LIDL in Stourbridge that they had found CCTV footage of you walking in and stealing a packet of monster munch and a one litre bottle of mountain dew"

"sorry when was this?" he laughs

Jadon mouths 'he's got me' to hana to which she nods and silently laughs

"i believe this morning"

"Jadon give up im not even in Birmingham"

"oh for gods sake, how'd you know its me?"

"i saw you this morning mate, i know your voice, also what kind of police officer calls from a noisy restaraunt"

"ah man, you've got me"

"who you calling from, ive got Marcus' number saved, did you get a new number?"

"nah, its Hana's"

Jude snorts "of course it is"

"shut your mouth Jude, we're only getting dinner"

Hana signals to Jadon to pass the phone and she begins to speak to Jude

"hello Jude"

"oh hello Hana, nice to meet you"

"nice to meet you too, also your the one who helped Jadon out with a letter once, right?"

"yeah i went with him once"

"if i remember correctly, he said you speak like shakespeare"

"yep, that sounds like Jadon's description of me" Jude snorts

"well im sorry for this idiots prank call, it sucked"

"yeah i could tell 5 seconds in"

"well as a liverpool fan im going to take the opportunity to tell you to come to liverpool"

"as if i haven't checked my twitter"

"you should probably get a manager or someone to do it for you"

"my dad did it for a bit but he gave up with all the desperate liverpool fans"

"id be fed up too" she laughs "anyways it was lovely speaking to you jude, and please come to liverpool"

he laughs "nice speaking to you hana, and tell Jadon he sucks at prank calls"

"yep i know Jude" Jadon shouts as the call ends

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not long after, the old woman who'd taken their order came over serving them with the food

"here we go" she says placing the food on the table "i don't usually make the food myself, but since we haven't had a proper palestinian in a while, i made your order for you, i hope you like the food" she smiles

"shukran" hana smiles to the older woman

"oh its nothing, i just wanted to give you a proper taste of home"

they smile to the old lady as she places the many plates on the table with the help of a waiter

"so where do we start?" Jadon asks "there's a lot on the table" he smiles

"well that's a fattoush salad" she tells Jadon as he stabs his fork into the small clay bowl

he munches on the salad

"thats bloody nice" he smiles "whats this one?" he points to another bowl full of a paste

"thats hummus" she says in a proper accent

"you mean hummus"

"hummus"

"hummus"

"same thing just whitewashed love"

he roll his eyes and begins to eat

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"god that msakhan stuff was delicious"

"you still haven't tried my mothers Jadon"

"there's no way it can get better than this"

"oh trust me it can"

"Love im not sure how happy the club nutritionist will be when he sees im overweight"

"its not like im going to take you to my bloody mothers tonight it is Jadon"

"so your taking me to your mothers"

"i mean if you want to try the best msakhan on earth you'll likely have to converse with my parents"

"your dad doesn't like me"

"oh he'll be fine with it"

"lets postpone that, i don't feel like getting scolded by your dad for playing for man united"

"oh yeah he isn't fond of united is he"

"i doubt he is Hana, don't think ive met a liverpool fan who's very fond of united"

"you know what J, i'll take you on my birthday, how about that, we always have a little dinner on the night before my birthday at my parents', you can come"

"are you sure?"

"yeah, usually its just us, but ive brought Talia along a couple time, they won't mind you, and dad's not going to mind you too much, besides your a chelsea fan not a united one"

"alright i'll give it a think" he smiles

"please do"

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after the meal as they were finishing off the icecream they were having for desert, the old lady came up to the table of two once again

"hello again" the lady smiles as the two smile back to her "how was the food?"

"it was amazing, thank you very much"

"life changing" Jadon says "probably one of the best meals ive had in my life"

she laughs "well im glad you enjoyed it"

she hands them the bill and leaves

"im paying" Jadon says as he grabs the paper and stares at Hana

"god no, you are not paying"

"no i am"

"no you're not" she says trying to grab the bill from him, but he clings onto it and signals for a waiter to bring a card machine

Hana rushes to get her card out but he also has his out too

"whoever gets to the machine then" he says as thet both rush towards the waiter

the whole restaraunt begins to stare at them as he holds her in a tight hug as he placed his card on the machine

"Jadon you bloody idiot"

he shrugs "you can have it next time"

"no but we could have split it!" she complains as they walk back to the table to gather their belongings

as they are at the door, the Old Lady is there once again to say goodbye

"well that was a whole drama show there" she says

"he's an idiot, i should have payed"

"nah but the guy is meant to pay on the first date"

"who made this a date?" she laughs

"me!"

"don't push it Sancho!, and stop making excuses that you should have payed!"

the old woman laughs "byhbek ktheer" (he really likes you) she says to Hana

"fe3lan?" (actually?)

"el jami3 yraha, byhebek" (everyone sees it, he loves you)

"shukran" Hana smiles as the two walk off

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"what was she saying?"

"oh nothing, was just thanking us for coming and stuff"

"she was so sweet wasn't she"

Hana nods, she couldn't agree more, especially since she knows the real meaning behind those final words

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—notes

god my arabic is horrible