Amaar wasn’t a crazy curling fan. Not like some people. In fact before he’d come to Madison Valley he couldn’t remember ever being particularly invested in the sport. It wasn’t even that interesting most of the time. But he’d found a new appreciation for all things Canadian since being here, where they were pretty outnumbered and removed from their culture. He still held onto being Muslim, same as he would anywhere else, but was fiercely Canadian on top of it.
And since the Brier was on TV, he’d completely forgotten until he’d happened across the wildcard game, he decided it couldn’t hurt anything to invite a friend over. Ariadne was pretty much his only good friend in town, but she brought problems with her. Namely that she was a woman and there were rules against that sort of socializing. It wasn’t a date but sexes didn’t mingle like that. Not on their own. So he’d had to coerce Layla into joining them to watch the game.
At least that part was easy, though he did feel bad for it. She was just a kid. She wasn’t supposed to be chaperoning. But it wasn’t like he could just ask someone else the way he could back in Mercy. Back home, there’d be a half dozen people leaping at the job just to make sure everything was above board.