Same, same but different!

Part 16

Ömer sat stiffly at the head of the table, one hand drumming impatiently against the wood. His father sat opposite him, calm as ever, flipping through the menu. Kıvılcım had let him know that she'll be a few minutes late.

Kıvılcım adjusted the strap of her bag as she walked briskly towards the entrance of the restaurant. She was about to reach the glass doors when she heard a commotion to her right.
A woman, elegant in her scarf and coat, stumbled back as a young man, head down and distracted by his phone, bumped into her hard enough to nearly send her to the ground. Seeing this Kıvılcım made her way over to them.

Woman: (indignant, steadying herself) Young man, watch where you’re going!

The boy muttered something under his breath and tried to walk off.

Kıvılcım: (stepping in, firm) Hey! That’s no way to treat someone. Apologize.

Young boy: Who do you think you are to tell me what to do? You woman...

Woman: (angry) Bite your tongue right now before I cut it off myself!

Kıvılcım: You have no respect for people older than you? I'll be your worst nightmare if you don't decently apologise right now.

The weight of her voice left no room for argument. The boy mumbled a quick “sorry” before rushing off, making Kıvılcım turn towards the woman.

Kıvılcım: Are you alright?

The woman straightened her scarf, dignity intact despite the scare.

Woman: I’m fine, my dear. Thanks to you. Most wouldn’t bother.

Kıvılcım smiled politely, brushing it off.

And then...

Ömer’s voice, tight, stunned: Anne?

A minute earlier:

While Ömer was sipping on his tea, he heard a commotion outside. At first he thought it was just women having an argument but then a particular voice sounded familiar.

Ömer: (looking towards the entrance concerned) Baba, I think that's Kıvılcım voice!

Haluk: How do you know son?

Ömer: (smiling) Because, I've triggered her angry voice before.

Minute later:

Kıvılcım: Ne?

Ömer is slightly annoyed by his mother and father for setting him up like this.

Ömer: Anne, what are you doing here? (looking at his father) Baba, what is my mother doing here?

Haluk: I may have let it slip that we are meeting up with Kıvılcım. I did not tell her to come.

Zeynep hanım looked perfectly unbothered, smoothing down her scarf.

Kıvılcım: Can someone tell me what's going on here?

Ömer: Kıvılcım...

Before Ömer could speak Zeynep hanım interfered, excitement in her gaze.

Zeynep: (to Kıvılcım, warmly) We finally meet. I’m Zeynep, Ömer’s mother.

Kıvılcım blinked, momentarily taken aback. She had expected a simple business lunch with Ömer and his father, not this. Still, she composed herself quickly and extended her hand with a polite smile.

Kıvılcım: It’s a pleasure. I wasn’t told this would be a family lunch.

Ömer shot his father a look that could cut steel.