Hasani Bes Kamel

"Can you recall anything? I mean maybe we've met briefly but I don't think we've really gone out of our way which, is admittedly, making me feel a little bit like an arse now that I've pointed it out because it's not like it is a one sided issue."

"Exactly. I could never be described as selfless. Never." He repeated, placing a hand on his heart and grinning lightly. "You're hopeless though? That's a tragedy. I don't think I could live on the same meals all the time or godric forbid, ready meals." Nothing horrified him more. "But yes, I could go for some company for lunch. Maybe it'll give me the opportunity to be able to convince you to take some cooking lessons and the health benefits of doing it from scratch."

"Considering how much you put value on your looks, I'm sure that's pretty important to you," she replied in a teasing tone. "But I'm sure you'll come out unscathed either way."

"You make it sound as though caring about ones appearance is a bad thing." Bes pointed out with a little smile. "But you'd be surprised at how much that actually matters to people. Even those who say it doesn't."

"Maybe," Piper let fall from her lips reluctantly when he'd warned her in a friendly manner about taking on everything. "That sounds amazing," she happily took the change in topic as she took his offered arm. "I think a beautiful bowl of pasta and a glass of wine is exactly what I need right now."

"I'm glad it's to your tastes. My choices in food establishments is usually one of my stronger areas of expertise." He'd certainly travelled enough to be able to know when something tasted authentic and know where to find the little bolt holes of places too. "I'm glad you're feeling it though. Maybe we'll get a starter too." He mused as they walked. "Though I'm going to request that we get a bottle of wine to share if you allow me to choose it."

"If you're uncomfortable, just don't worry about it," he waved off the other lightly. "It's not like I'm going to force you. As much as you might think otherwise, I'm not a total monster," Ambrose said.

"I'm also not claiming that you are a total monster." Bes pointed out, quick to rectify that assumption. "If anything, I might tag you with the term 'morally and ethically ambiguous'." He explained. "You like to straddle the line, of that I'm certain and apparently enjoy trying to encourage others into similar escapades."

"Ever considered being a life coach?" Willow couldn't help but remark after his knowledgable responses. "You don't only seem to know a lot, but you manage to word it all in a way that is oddly professional," she added with a laugh. "But yeah, you're right. If people commit, they can undergo incredible evolutions. I guess I'm still waiting for my moment, even if I know I've got to put in a lot of effort on my end to get there."

"No, I haven't. Though I don't think you're the first to say that to me." Bes admitted with a little bit of a chuckle at her words. "But thank you for the compliments. I happen to think it comes from reading too much. My genres are varied so there have been a few self help books in there in the past too." He admitted, grinning. "You'll have it eventually I'm sure, and it'll be spectacular." He assured her, half imagining it much like the big bang when it did arrive. It would turn her world upside down he felt given the type of girl she was.

"But never short of impressive," Piper insisted with a smile when he'd claimed that some of his facts were useless. She didn't always remember all of them but she certainly alway enjoyed hearing things she would've never even thought to look up. "So humble," she teased when Bes expressed how he wasn't too concerned about the superstition affecting his sex life. Piper readjusted her grip on the flute and quirked a brow at him at his further point. "In part?" she echoed in a manner that implied the inquiry of more information.

"You flatter me." Bes spoke with that slightly teasing, flirtatious tone to his voice that a night of alcohol had brought on with even more ease than usual. "There are some things I have every confidence in and that is one of them. I suppose everyone has their off days but I like to think I have always made up for them." Though at her next question he laughed. "Well because I don't think there is anyone else I would rather do this with."

"Sometimes you need a second set of eyes, you know?" she shrugged back when he'd pointed out that if she hadn't spotted it out maybe he wouldn't do much better. Aryana plucked one of the quills off of Bes' desk and smoothed out the feather between her fingers as she let him work, looking up at him and setting it aside when he started pointing out some potential mistakes. "Okay, I can definitely have a look at that," she nodded, hoping it would be the answer to what appeared off. "No please– be picky. We can't approve nor send things out that are mediocre," Arya insisted, twisting her head to look at the font a little closer. "Oh shit, really? Hmm... maybe that has been what's bugging me so much," she considered. "It'd make sense why I was struggling to notice too, that's such a small detail. Good eye, per usual, Bes."

"Yeah I know. It's nice to know you can rely on me in situations like that." Whilst Bes knew he was good at what he did, having that acknowledged by others was always nice to hear. He wasn't above the need to have his abilities confirmed and appreciated. "I can't say why I tend to notice things like that but it really bothers me when things change in that way." He admitted with a laugh. "Maybe that's why I spot it more. I always have to have my work done in a certain way too."

"It's supposed to be the new updated regulations for the game in Leeds this weekend," she explained. "I understand each stadium and pitch have their own set of rules but... something feels off? I don't know," Aryana shrugged after coming over to hand Bes the paperwork. "Or maybe I'm reading it all wrong."

"I'll have a look for you but if you haven't spotted it, I'm not sure I'd do that much better." Bes knew how much attention to detail Aryana gave things but at the same time, he also knew looking at the same thing for so long could also negatively impact the outcome. A fresh pair of eyes was never something that was a bad thing." Taking the paperwork off her, Bes set about trying to figure out what was wrong. "I mean... the only bit that makes me stop is this area here so it must be something in this writing." He circled the area for the woman. "I'd say it's that rule so maybe compare it with previous ones based there?" He offered up. "That and... this is going to sound really picky right now; but the font is off. By about a size and it's not their usual." He added a moment later. "So that might account for the reason you can't quite pick it up as it's less in the rules and more in the display itself."

"Good to know. Thought you might turn me down with how focused you are at work. I didn't know if you were going to poo-poo the idea." He joked lightly as he poured them both out a glass. "I mean, I'd be uncivilised and just drink from the bottle but you might not be the type."

"I never get how you can store all these facts in that brain of yours," she shook her head with a laugh. Piper always listened to these facts with great interest and was amazed that he could remember some of the most random but detailed things. She took the flute from him before Bes linked their arms together. Her expression dropped a little and her face flushed lightly when he added further detail about the tradition. "Oh so you're telling me no pressure then, huh? If I screw this up for you I will not hear the end of it, will I?" she sputtered a laugh. "I'm sure we can do it though."

"I mean storing facts is great, but only really if they are any use. A lot of them happen to be really bloody useless." Bes admitted with a laugh, not seeming too upset about that despite what his words were saying. His timing on giving them appeared to be impeccable though, and he was lucky that Piper had not began drinking given her surprise at his second factoid. It left him chuckling in amusement. "I mean, I'm not too concerned. I have a hard time believing that it could ever be that bad for me but I'm not about to tempt fate as it were." He grinned playfully in her direction. "I am sure we can too, that's in part why I chose you."

"Hm?" Bes had seemed fully engrossed in whatever it was he was currently dealing with, because it took several moments before he could blink himself out of his zone, rubbing lightly at the bridge of his nose. "Oh, yes, of course, let me see." He encouraged with a little smile, ushering the woman over. "What is it you are working on so I know what I'm supposedly looking for."

"I can't seem to help it," Piper sighed. "I guess I just don't feel like I deserve if it I don't do it on my own. Maybe it's my parents' high expectations of me but it's how I'm wired." When Bes suggested they go grab something to eat, she nodded. "Sounds good to me," she said before finishing off what needed doing and grabbing her things, only to lock up the store before they headed out. "Did you have someplace in mind?"

"I think you may be shooting yourself in the foot there, Pip." Bes admitted because there was no way she could possibly do everything. "But that's a topic for another day." He held out an arm to the woman as she came out of the door. "There is a nice little Italian place I know of that I haven't been to in a while if you're up for it. A good hearty meal on a night as cold as this is recommended."