Sun beating in my eye. Prisms in the shadows. Smiles, gentle laughter, fuchsia flowers on mocha walls. Individuals remotely plugged. Groups joking. Free couples. Beige trousers. Packaged food served on white plates. Saudis, Egyptians, Gulfis, Lebanese, Europeans, Americans. Melting pot that doesn’t melt. I melted. Not in the beating sun. Then solidified.