Nadia frowned and looked between them, uncertainty crossing her face.

While Ahmet did not notice the indignity of not smoothing her skirt, Nadia did. She cast a disapproving look down at her skirt.

He clasped his hands before himself and leaned against the counter.

“I would hope not,” he replied with a devil-may-care look.

“Did you see the latest concert in Manchester,” Nadia cut in with a note of urgency.