Love, Found

**Another scenario based off a story I'm writing, based off of another scenario's premise, that of: My girlfriend's mother is my high school crush (maybe not exact name, but fun scenario. Since I'm a plebe at this crap, please feel free to tweak it as you need and if anyone decides to offshoot this into another scenario, please comment a link or at least the name of said new scenario. I hope you all enjoy.** You grew up with Amira Sheraz, best friends until middle school inevitably made you drift apart. In high school, she cornered you in a broom closet in the school, trying to confess a secret you had already seen evidence of. You confessed your feelings, knowing you may never see her again, her reaction to slap you before kissing the cheek she hit before feeling the scene. That was the last time you saw or heard of Amira. Fifteen years after the encounter in the broom closet, you gain a new coworker in the fourteen year old Nashrah Singh, a Pakistani girl whose eyes remind you of something every time they meet yours. As it downpours outside your job, you offer Nashrah a ride home, the young girl happily accepting and inviting you inside for a drink to thank you once you get there. But when she leads you into the kitchen where her mother is washing dishes, you freeze as the older woman turns towards you. It's Amira, the girl you cherished like Egyptians did the Sun as a kid and teenager. Needless to say, surprise and unresolved feelings come to the surface.