Ilkay POV: Age - 15
I try to read in the garden but my mind is racing with confusion, feelings and everything else. One of the reasons why I'm reading in the garden and not on the bedroom is because, since I share it with my twin brother, he's using it right now for fun in bed reasons that I find attractive but at the same time is very unattractive. I lean back and tossing the book away I hold my head in my hands my fingers lacing in my hair. I take a deep breath and going back down I take my glasses off. My twin has gotten laid more times than I can believe actually happened but the way he says it when he tells me about it. Most of the tales end up with us jerking off together. Truthfully, I feel very very excited jerking off with my brother. I stretch out my arms and getting up I sigh.
-Why?
Getting my glasses on I go in the house and going to the living room I let myself fall on the couch and so I get to fall asleep. Maybe a quick short nap can relax me.
....................
A bit later after I wake up, I'm finally in my room but I still feel uneasy. I can't focus on anything, not completely. I groan before I let my head rest on my hands.
Sharik-Ilkay? Are you alright?
-Not sure.
I look at him as he gets dressed and I sigh.
-Are you going out?
Sharik-Yeah. You can come with me.
-What are you going to do?
Sharik-Wathever. Just, walk and if something gets my attention I'll do it or we will if you come with me.
-Sure, I don't see why not. And besides, nothing mine is calming me down so maybe something yours can.
Sharik-That's good. I forgot, we're going on our bikes so pack an extra bag of clean clothes.
-Sure. This is fun.
He helps me pack a small bag pack with everything we need for the evening and  as we pack I notice he packs something else.
-Are you really bringing those in a evening trip with me?
Sharik-Why not and besides, I always grab fresh ones in case I run out.
-You're with me and we don't have sex.
Sharik-Such innocence. Is so obvious that you're still a virgin.
I blush deeply at that and he laughs as he ruffles my hair.
Sharik-Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.
-Let's go.
Sharik-Alright.
The cheerful tone of his voice dissolves the sexual topic to going and so grabbing our bikes we go away together.

Zabdi POV: Age - 21
I smile as another day of work ends and as the boss I'm the last one to go out and I close the building so I check out everything is ready for the next day. The chairs are in, the tables are clean, the trash is out, the cooking utensils are clean and organized on the shelves. I go to the back and I check the storage rooms. I find that we have to resupply a few items. Not very urgent but we will order it before is urgent. Everything is going smoothly. After giving everything a second check I close the doors and so I leave to go home.
The next morning I wake up and as I work in the evening today I take my morning time to relax, it also helps that I'm the boss. After a warm shower I get to enjoy a bubble bath as I eat my breakfast. I relax eating slowly and after I'm done I just relax. Falls asleep in the tub. It feels so good, all my worries and problems go away. I just enjoy myself. I focus on my happy times and my happy memories. Aranza, my big sister and my dad, Cyrus. I love how my sister always sees the bright side of things, she's always smiling and she's always surprising us with her endless creativity. Dad is the best, he's always there for us. If we're happy he tolerates our joy with us and if we're sad he comforts us and he always stays with us until we feel better. Still, no matter how old I get I will always want a hug from my dad. How comforting is the sound of his voice, sometimes I don't think is the words he says but how he says them that reach me. Comforting, strong, gentle, compassionate, some aspects come out more than the others depending on the situation and the conversation but they all have the same calming and soothing effect.
Cy-Zabdi!
Wakes up suddenly
I open my eyes suddenly and I sit up straight. I breathe calm as I realize I'm still on the tub and safe. Still, my alertness comes back when I hear someone besides me in the direction of the door. I cover myself as I'm still on the tub and naked.
Cy-I believe you need this.

It takes a bit to process but I relax and calm down slightly as I recognize him as my dad. He's handing me a towel with a very open gesture and is obvious he's not looking.
-Thanks.
Cy-It happens and, oh well, I kind of worried or freaked out.
I laugh and I dry myself first before I actually cover myself with the towel.
-I'm decent now. Why are you here?
Cy-I was, nothing in particular. Just wanted to, be and feel comfortable.
-Is alright. Is always good to see you.
Cy-Likewise.
I go in my room to dress and he stays out in the hallway with the door open so we can hear ourselves as we keep talking
Cy-So? What was your dream about?
-What?
Cy-It looked like you were having a good dream.
-You saw me naked.
Cy-Just your face.
I laugh as I hear the shame on his voice.
-It was more a dream of feelings than actually seeing scenes. Kind of like remembering good feelings.
Cy-Nice. Have you heard about your sister?
-Not really, well, not for a while now.
Cy-I get the feeling that she has a boyfriend but I'm not sure.
-Maybe you're right.
I finish dressing in my work uniform and I join him in the hallway. He looks at me smiling.
Cy-My little girl is all grown up. Is that your work uniform?
-Yes. If you come with me we can cook you a very special lunch.
Cy-As long as you let me pay. No special treatment.
I almost growl at him but I force a fake smile. He obviously notices but he doesn't says anything.
Cy-I am just glad you got your own restaurant.
-I worked hard.
Cy-Hard, good, extra, two years in a row. I knew you would work your way up quickly and you would have been higher if I let you start before like you asked me.
-True that but it happened, is done and I'm still happy now.
Cy-Come now, let's go then. I'm eager to try some of your culinary delights.
I laugh and so we go on our two different cars to my restaurant.

Cyrus POV: Age - Adult
I arrive with my daughter to her restaurant and she leads me by the staff entrance and I'm actually a bit overwhelmed by how lively is there.
-Wow.
Zabdi-Welcome to my kitchen dad.
As if on cue everyone stops doing what they were doing to look at us, or rather, at my daughter. Her voice changes slightly when she speaks to them.
Zabdi-The food doesn't cooks by itself.
They start working again but this time however is a little bit more talk between them besides the orders.
Zabdi-Time to work. Do you want to see the menu or not?
I smile as she hands me a menu but I reject it.
-Surprise me.
Zabdi-Alright.
She smiles and so I look as she gets her hat and her apron before she flows in the kitchen as if it was a part of her. She helps with the dishes, tastes some of them, adjusts a few of them and all while chatting before she reaches her station and she starts cooking. As the dishes get done and cooked she makes a spot where she cooks and makes dishes right in front of me.
?-Boss. Customer complaint.
Zabdi-Who on what table?
?-Table ten, the same guy as the past few weeks.
I see how Zabdi twitches and I'm sure she's angry and annoyed. The other chef must notice her change of mood because she speaks carefully.
Zabdi-What did he complain about this time?
?-He didn't liked his pasta. Too much sauce.
She looks at the dish before she speaks.
Zabdi-I am pretty sure this dish went out without sauce.
?-It did, he put it there himself.
Zabdi-Alrighty then, this is your task.
She hands her a similar dish and she speaks her orders.
Zabdi-This is the same dish but without sauce. I want you to give it to him and take a variety of sauces with you. You will get the sauce on the pasta, just a little bit and let him eat. Add more sauce if he asks until he says is good and then you can go back to your other duties.
The worker nods and so she takes the dish away. Zabdi goes back to her dish and I dare speak to her.
-Is that a special customer?
She speaks without stopping her cooking.
Zabdi-He's just a customer that started coming recently. I can't wait until he goes back to his homeland.
Girlwaiter-Australian guys are so handsome.
Zabdi-Only Australian gentlemen are handsome. He's half of that.
Guy-He likes our boss.
Girlwaiter-He probably does.
-Does he?
Zabdi-Probably but it doesn't matter because I already.....................
She realizes what she's saying and she stops but now I'm curious.

I lean back on the seat as I ask.
-Do you like someone?
Zabdi-We are still just getting to know each other. I'm not sure if this is going to be serious but we like each other and I'm willing to try, even if it eventually hurts me.
-Zabdi, trying is good and even if it hurts you at least you know you have a heart and feelings that show that you're alive.
Zabdi-I really want him to work and I might actually get a chance to try it.
-Meaning?
Zabdi-He works as a cook, like me, and he is going to move here when he's done with all the legal paperwork and everything else over there where he lives.
-Where does he lives?
Zabdi-Rome, Italy. Is one of the reasons why I like him.
-Long term relationships are hard to maintain.
Zabdi-I know that but he's moving here and that's why I'm hopeful. Can I tell you something and you don't get worked up?
-Shoot.
Zabdi-I kind of want to kiss him.
That actually makes me step back a little bit.
-You, him, ah uh, how does he looks?
Zabdi-Black hair, green eyes.
-I don't know him but I'm already, I got a good feeling about this. Him. Tell me when he's around so I can meet him.
Zabdi-Sure.
-So, Italian guy. What do you like about him?
Zabdi-So far, everything.
-Have you become a couple yet? As in boyfriend and girlfriend.
Zabdi-Not really but I asked or rather I insinuated the topic and he actually understood it and he did answer.
-What did he answered?
She laughs and I can tell I touched a nerve.
Zabdi-He wants to formalize it when he comes here. He says that once he has everything settled and in order and that we're physically together he'll ask.
-Sounds responsible.
Zabdi-Precisely why I didn't complain about it.
-You're not complaining?
Zabdi-To him.
-Oh, before I forget, how old is he?
Zabdi-A year older than me.
I nod and so I sigh.
-I got to go back to work.
She leaves everything and she moves to hug me.
Zabdi-Thanks dad. I love you.
-I love you too.
I kiss her forehead and I go out to work as she goes back to her kitchen.

To be continued...........................