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store window to apply it. I didn't need the reflection off the glass, just time to compose myself.
    Jai scanned the area. “How about we get something to eat?”
    Amira agreed. “I am famished.” She looked at me. “Where is the best place to eat?”
    â€œWe could just stop at the food court here.” I moved to the railing and looked over, pointing to where the small restaurants were. Amira joined me, and when she leaned over to see, Jai yanked at her arm.
    Amira allowed him to pull her back, but I couldn’t help thinking he was being a little overprotective. He glared at her, and Amira ducked her head, not looking him in the eye. We moved to the escalators, and Jai hesitated before stepping on. I would have almost bet the only reason he'd gotten on it was because Amira and I were already halfway down.
    Jai led us to the food court, keeping close to Amira. Even with his hands full of bags, he seemed alert. Every time some guy passed us and looked at Amira in appreciation, Jai would follow them with his eyes until they were no longer near us. Not quite a glare, but the guys turned away as soon as they saw his face.
    I started to wonder if the reason he came in the first place was to keep an eye on Amira. Or maybe he came to discourage potential boyfriends. Throughout the day, as we'd gone up and down the length of the mall, Jai followed at a distance. He’d sit down on the benches near our stores to read his book, even though he'd told us he would wait at the food court. He always stayed within shouting distance. Amira once mentioned he kept her safe. What did she need to be kept safe from? Was she in the witness protection program or something?
    Jai treated us to pizza from the food court. When Amira tasted hers, a funny expression crossed her face. “What is this made of?” she asked.
    â€œIt’s pizza,” I said.
    â€œBut what do they put on the pizza? What are these round things?” she asked, as she poked at it.
    â€œPepperoni?” How could she have never seen pepperoni before?
    â€œAnd how about this on top?” she asked as she grabbed a piece of the cheese and pulled it in a long string before putting it in her mouth.
    â€œThat’s mozzarella. Haven’t you ever eaten pizza before?”
    â€œNo. This is fabulous! I should have Del — Mother make it sometime.” She grabbed her pizza and took a huge bite.
    I looked at her in amazement and then at Jai. He shook his head, as if telling me not to bother asking, and took a big bite as well. Apparently he had never had it either. The pleasant look of surprise confirmed it. Amira finished her piece before Jai and I were halfway done with ours. From the expression on her face, I worried she might try to take mine out of my hands. I took another bite and angled my shoulder away from her to protect my pizza then gave her a suspicious look out of the corner of my eye. She giggled at me. Jai raised an eyebrow.
    â€œI would not take it from you,” she said. “Do you two want any more?”
    â€œNo thanks, I'm good,” I said.
    Jai stood up, but Amira pushed him back down in his seat. She glared at him before saying, “I can get it.”
    â€œI will have another slice,” Jai said. “Thank you.” He sounded polite as if she hadn’t just told him off.
    Amira danced over to the counter.
    â€œShe must like her first taste of pizza,” I said with my mouth full.
    â€œApparently,” he said after swallowing his bite.
    â€œIs it your first pizza too?” I asked.
    â€œIt is my first American pizza.” He watched Amira at the counter.
    â€œWhere are you really from?” I asked, leaning forward.
    Jai had just lifted the pizza to his mouth. He took a large bite, not meeting my eyes, and chewed slowly, giving me the impression he was avoiding my question. Why won’t he tell me where they’re from? The witness protection program sounded more