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“Obviously,” the other replied. “Either that, or he was pretending to so he could watch us.”
“I’m not sure which would be worse,” the first responded.
“I’m supposed to be here,” Omar said. “I have permission.” He looked back and forth between them. “Are you twins?”
“Oh, I see,” said the girl with a ponytail. “You think all Chinese people look alike.”
“Huh? No!”
“We’re twins,” said the girl with the bob.
“What are you?” her sister asked.
“Me?” Omar replied, trying to keep up. “I’m just a single guy. I mean, I have a sister. But she’s younger than me.”
“So?” said the girl with the ponytail, tilting her head toward her sister. “She’s younger than me. Besides, that’s not what I meant. Are you an Arab?”
“Nah,” Omar said, relieved they were entering more familiar territory. He put on his best smile. “I’m Persian.”
The sisters laughed, but in a way that sounded amused rather than mocking. “So who’s the perv that asked you to film us?”
“A teacher,” he explained. “I’m in journalism. Wait… I’ve got a press pass.” He dug around in his backpack and pulled out a laminated card on a lanyard that Mr. Finnegan had given him, which had both their names on it and his teacher’s phone number in case anyone needed to reach him. The press pass was too dorky to wear, but he did like having it.
“Omar Jafari,” one of the sisters read aloud before giggling.
“Reporter forThe Lion’s Pride Post,” the other said, handing it back to him. “Very impressive.”
“You really think so?” he asked.
The sisters looked at each other and laughed, but that was okay. He figured it was better than telling him to go away or ignoring him completely.
“Are we going to be famous?” asked the girl with the ponytail. “You better get our names. I’m Faith Song. Write it down.”
“I’ve got a good memory,” he said, his eyes darting to the girl with a bob, who seemed a little nicer. “What about you?”
“I have aperfectmemory,” she teased before answering his question. “I’m Hope.”
“Faith and Hope,” he repeated with a nod. “Nice!”
For whatever reason, this made them both giggle again.
“Aren’t you going to interview us?” Faith asked.
“Nope. This is for the video yearbook, not the newspaper.”
“A video yearbook?” Faith asked with a snort. “How does that work? Will we get a VHS tape instead of a book?”
“Yeah, exactly!” Omar said. “This’ll basically be my first major motion picture. I’m going to be a director someday.”
“Then you should get better shots,” Hope said, “instead of standing over here.”
“I was staying out of the way. What you guys do is really impressive. You’re practically gymnasts!”
Faith crinkled her nose. “Wearegymnasts.”
“Or were,” Hope said. “We got tired of focusing on technique, so we thought we’d try cheerleading instead.”
“Either way,” Omar said, “I’d love to get some dynamic shots. I could put my camera on the mat and—”
