Burned coffee

"D-d..do you know Arabic?" I speak up after a while of being in shock.

"Bel sazbt" he replies seriously. He said "exactly" to me like it was nothing. He has heard and understood me when I... I don't have time to say something more, he takes his hands out of his pocket and walks towards me slowly while I back up until my back hits the door. I have the pretty view of New York in front of me. Or is he the pretty view...?