As a last farewell to Ozan, I invited him out to the Melting Pot, since I can get a 50% employee discount, but when I picked him up Ozan, he confessed that he was a little broke. To me, this was a relief, because so was I, so instead we decided on the cheapest sit-down restaurant, Steak ‘n Shake.
They were playing some top hits on the stereo, which was pretty different from the music that had been playing in Café Shisha a couple weeks back. Most of the songs were Middle Eastern and sung in Arabic, but Ozan knew the lyrics nevertheless. This week Rhianna was playing and Ozan said she was a huge hit back in Turkey, and started listing of a few more of his favorite bands, such as Red Hot Chili Peppers and Lady Gaga.
Ozan must have been pretty hungry because by the time I was half way through my burger, he was asking our waiter for another one. He told me about going out with a few friends the past weekend to a club, and how his ears will never recover from it. I told him that eventually you get used to the ear-piercing volumes (or you get used to the hearing loss, whatever the case may be).
For some reason, Ozan appeared to have more difficulty speaking than he has in the past. He said his class level is much more difficult this semester, so I’m thinking he’s beginning to deal with more of the complex components of English, which he’s not quite comfortable exploring yet. I asked Ozan if he had ever gone to First Friday at Railroad, and if he’d be interested in going with me and a few of my friends. Although he had been before, he was glad I invited him cause he had nothing to do until later that night, so we left Steak ‘n Shake and headed downtown.
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