PANEL 1:

Suha'ri's tea is nearly empty, and his cake has been completely eaten. Both of them sigh happily about whatever they were talking about earlier.

PANEL 2:

Zahir smiles looking away while making a gesture with his hand as he rests his arm.

ZAHIR: It's all hard work but I don't mind.

PANEL 3:

Suha'ri stares at his reflection in the remainder of his tea.

ZAHIR: What's aboot you?

ZAHIR: What's it you do fer a livin'?

PANEL 4:

Suha'ri stares down at his tea as he drinks, smiling wistfully.

SUHA'RI: I'm a writer.

PANEL 5: Suha'ri puts a hand over his journal.

SUHA'RI: It's always been my passion... So much that it conflicted with the ways of my clan, so I left.