#moving pets to dubai

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Pet Relocation Services

American Veterinary Clinic specializes in comprehensive pet relocation services, ensuring a seamless experience for families moving their beloved pets to the UAE. Whether importing a pet to Abu Dhabi or Dubai, the clinic provides expert guidance and support throughout the entire process. With extensive experience in international pet relocation, including navigating the complexities of pet shipping services, American Veterinary Clinic ensures that all regulatory requirements are met for a smooth transition. From traveling with dogs to Dubai to moving pets to Abu Dhabi, their dedicated team handles every detail, making them a trusted partner for pet relocation to the UAE.

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How to Move with Pets in UAE – A Complete Guide

Moving to a country you’ve never visited can be a thrilling endeavor, but it also expresses a particular set of challenges, especially when you have pets. Suppose you are hoping to relocate to your pets in UAE. In that case, you are about to embark on a thrilling adventure that demands careful consideration, due diligence, as well as an understanding of the rules and regulations governing pet transfer.

In this in-depth guide, we are willing to go over every detail you need to be aware of regarding moving to UAE with pets. From comprehending pet rules and airline guidelines to calculating expenditures and setting up pet relocation services, we’re going to provide you with the information you need and ideas for ensuring a smooth transition for both you and your beloved animals.

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3 travel tips for you and your pet! — JetSet Pets

Travel tips for you and your pet

Smells from home

Do line the travel crate with a blanket your pet is familiar with or even put one of your used T-shirts in there. Noting is as comforting as smells of home and their beloved pet parent.

Frozen water

Do freeze water in the bowls you would use in the travel crate. If you are relocating with us, we would already have done that for you. Bringing frozen water containers in a freezer bag. This is to prevent water from spilling out during the check-in.

Crate training

Especially for dogs, we recommend using the lower part of the crate as a bed the weeks following up to the relocation. After some time has passed, the top can be attached and treats can be given in the crate.

And let’s face it, cats don’t crate train well.

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in so deep ✴︎ cl16

genre: friends to lovers, charles has a huge crush and is a lovesick bloke, smut, humor, Fluff 

word count: 13.1k  

It takes you many cities, a botched Halloween costume and a failed break-in to realize how much Charles likes you. It takes Charles several years to realize he doesn’t need to do much to have you like him back. title from this

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because... penetrative sex, praise central, size kink, unprotected sex

auds here… thank u for all ur love during my periods of being awol .... i wrote this over the course of a week and i hope u all like it!!! its very much a self indulgent thing... :P

The first time Charles realized he liked you, you were both posed for a picture.

It happened at a dinner party in London, in late autumn, thrown by you to celebrate your first year on the paddock as a reporter. Few friends had been invited but, with how noisy everyone was and with the ease of conversation, it felt like a houseful of people in your narrow dining area. Lando was in front of the mirror, tipsy, demonstrating his best rendition of an Irish accent to a genuinely interested Alex and Lily. 

Max was playing with your pet cat, Gene Kelly, and mentally plotting a heist to sneak him out with Pierre’s help. Your boyfriend, Liam, was making himself a cocktail. And Lewis had been roaming around with a glass of dry wine and his brand new film camera to document the night’s festivities—but the host was nowhere to be found. Unbeknownst to everyone, full off dinner and tipsy off cocktails, you’d ducked into the balcony to find where Charles had run off to for the night.

The music was muffled when you shut the door, leaving it ajar just a little bit. Lissie had played Cocteau Twins and was singing whatever gibberish lyrics played, fully drunk off a bottle of Tito’s. Still laughing over her predicament, you turned to Charles and refocused your attention on him. Is it boring?

What w… what is? He asked, turning to you. Briefly his eyes flitted to your hand, the bracelets clasped onto your wrist. He noticed you held matching bottles of beer but yours remained full, nail tapping idly on the semi-opaque glass.

My party, you responded wryly, cocking your head to the side. A loose tendril of hair fell over your eye and he itched to tuck it back in place, thumb over your ear. You continued, still pressing for an answer. You left to smoke but you didn’t come back. 

I like the view. A half-lie but truthful in some way. He squinted to try and make out blurry, faraway signage. I should move here. Monaco makes me sick. He tried to say it jokingly, but was betrayed by the raw tone of his voice. You hummed quietly, to signify you were listening.

So move. Who’s stopping you? You smiled slightly. Aside from your ludicrous career, of course. 

You had a natural disposition of—something. He didn’t quite know how to describe it, almost like the rest of him had yet to catch up with something only his heart was already decided on. You spoke and acted with some kind of smoothness that only the most popular kids in secondary school could have reins over, but you always claimed you weren’t very popular in your teenage years. He just knew he liked hearing you talk, watching you smile. He felt something—but he didn’t want to name it even if he knew exactly what it was. Instead he played into your joke. Yeah, I’ve been told I should move to Dubai instead, become a prince.

You laughed aloud. You are terribly unfunny, you know that?

Am I? He asked. Just then, as the cotton of his tee brushed against your bare shoulder, Liam brashly tugged the balcony door open to find you. He had this drunk smile on his face, brushing his blond hair out of the way and raising a Leica to the two of you.

Hey, I got Lewis’ camera. Smile, Liam had said, eyes squinted behind it. You remained still, half-turned to the camera, and Charles gave a smile whereas you remained in a neutral, half-smiling pose. And right there, at that very moment, as a giggle escaped your lips from having to pose so quickly and even awkwardly, Charles realized with a damning force that he had a massive crush on you.

Liam had left shortly after to resume taking pictures, but would later confront you over your “weird, odd, fucking closeness with the Monegasque bloke” that you would vehemently deny despite a gut-churning feeling boiling low in your stomach. But that’s later. Your conversation continued calmly, along the passive whir of London and the streets below. You both people-watched as you thought of things to say—finally Charles said, Are you interviewing me next weekend?

I always try to get out of it when it’s with you. You rolled your eyes, feigning irritance, then smiled to break the illusion. I think so.

I’ll make sure I have good answers. You’re too smart. Hurts to be in the same room. 

Like you aren’t, you said back, but the rebuttal is shy in nature, like he struck you with a compliment so high you couldn’t bear to return it. He felt then like this was the kind of moment where you would start holding hands any minute, timid touches between clinks of bottles. He remembered Liam existed and screwed his eyes shut. He wished so hard to be able to kiss you. Abandon all sense and just kiss you.

—

“It’s 2023 and still London has the most rubbish ass, fucking cunt, stupid wanker stoplights,” Lissie huffs beside you, checking her watch. “Right then. We’re going to be late. You know how Lando is when people are late. Especially because this is his event.”

“We’re not people to Lando,” you reason, tapping the steering wheel. The ETA on your navigation app tells you you’re still twenty minutes away. “We’re his best friends. If he can’t forgive us, we should kick him out of the group chat.”

“Ooh, and add Alex,” Lily pipes up from the backseat, where she’s redoing her eyeshadow to pass the time. “I keep telling you guys he’s funnier than Lando.” Both you and Lissie make faint, vague sounds of dissent and she grunts again, deflating.

“No boyfriends in the group chat,” Lissie repeats an age-old rule that’s been around for as long as you three (four, including Lando) have been friends. “Or girlfriends, in Lando’s case, but we haven’t worried about that much, have we?”

You’re all en route to watch Lando crank out a brand-new deejay set, one he’s spent the summer break working on. It’s all house and inspired by beach music, and he’s very proud of it, so of course you’re all showing up to laud him. You’re not the only ones, though, apparently—whoever’s in the city is showing up to show their support, which includes a whole stretch of drivers.

“Oh, my God!” Lily says all of a sudden, eyes wide at something on her phone; you both gesture for her to show you and she does with speed. “Do you guys remember this? God, Instagram archives are a godsend.”

“Your dinner party in Chelsea!” Lissie coos, immediately sidling into a fond awwww! You tap at the story Lily had then posted: a video of everybody eating. You tap again to view the one she posted a few days later, which was a collage of Lewis’ camera scans he’d gotten developed overnight. There in the upper right corner, you almost immediately spot your photo with Charles.

“Oh, Christ, that picture.” Memories of your subsequent arguments with Liam flash past your head. Playfully, all you say is, “And I never had a boyfriend again.”

“Liam was an Irish arse, anyway.” Lissie scoffs. “Nobody liked him. Lewis joked about cleaning his camera after he used it that night. Plus, you actively avoid dating, so don’t complain.”

“Fair,” you say with a slight smile. Your mind lingers on the picture, the imprint of it burned fresh into your mind. 

“You—it’s also because you can’t take a hint, babe.” Lily says matter-of-factly. “Who knows how many guys have, you know… fancied, or, like, had crushes on you, and you just never knew?”

“Are you saying somebody fancies me?” You ask, voice whittling out playfully as your eyes count down the seconds to the green light.

Funnily, silence is all that answers. Beside you, Lily and Lissie exchange a look—one that communicates their years-long amusement over your cluelessness. You whirl back to them, eyebrows raised, and double down: “Wait. Does somebody fancy me?”

“No!” Lily ekes out; you don’t miss Lissie’s poorly-hidden laugh. “No. I’m just—it’s just—no.” 

Truth is, it truly seems like the only person in the entire paddock (team and Sky Sports staff included) who hasn’t caught on to a certain somebody’s boyish crush is the crush herself, oblivious as ever, even years and years later. One might think you’d have realized eventually, but perhaps owed to your type A personality and immersion with work, and Charles’ pathetic and total inability to express how much he likes you, the crush has always remained just that, despite your two friend groups’ best efforts to hint at it.

It wasn’t to say, though, that you didn’t sometimes entertain the idea of liking him, too. On that one rainy race weekend when he’d brought you a plastic cup of soup, and embarrassed, laughed sheepishly at Lissie’s joking request for one; then returned twenty minutes later with soup for everyone in the media pen. Or that time in Monaco where he’d pretended to be your boyfriend at a bar to ward off a creepo from hitting on you any further. Or another time, in Budapest, when he’d drank half his body weight in jello shots and slurred out a goofy, heavy I’m soooo sorry, baby while you helped him into the passenger seat of his car.

That one, singular time in Cancun you told your friends once and never again.

But those are isolated incidents, you suppose; plus, dating someone you work with has never seemed like a remotely good idea to you, and you don’t think it ever will.

For all your thinking on the topic, you fail to realize that you don’t know much at all—you don’t know the fact that Charles has liked you for years, after getting to know just how charming and funny you were as a friend. You don’t know that he still gets gut-churning butterflies when he sees you, hands shaky and face tinged pink. You miss the fact that he’s not had any long-term partners in the years of his liking you. You don’t know anything. 

“Don’t lie.” You narrow your eyes as you rev the car and continue the trip. 

“We’re not,” Lily says loudly and a touch too defensively, crossing her fingers. Quietly, she continues, “You should just pay more attention.”

Whatever she meant to say is lost on you as soon as you make a left and spot the club Lando’s at, already teeming with high-profile guests and their high-profile cars. Half an hour later you’re in—valet and being on the guest list effectively cuts your entrance time in half. You separate at the entrance—you, to find Lando; your two girls, to find your reserved table. You find him eventually, busy behind the booth churning out high-frequency tropical music; he pauses for half a beat to flash a huge grin and a thumbs-up before redirecting his attention to the knobs and sliders you can’t seem to guess the functions of.

These kinds of parties are affairs in and of themselves. They mimic the afterparties during the season—nothing if not shows of opulence and networking: champagne paid for by business magnates, yachts that barely make dents in anybody’s wallets, thick CVs, fruity cocktails spilled on pieces of clothing that cost upward of 3000 pounds. You make eye contact with at least seven skeevy businessmen before you spot your friends, but only because you hear them first—by them you mean Lissie, her loud voice raised even more to match the noise at this club.

“I said I didn’t fu—ugh—I don’t want ye fahkin’ champagne,” she slurs out to an old man in a pressed suit, eyebrows knitted angrily. “Got it?!” Behind her, Lily and Alex (who’s arrived now, apparently) watch, concerned and helpless to stop her but equally (perhaps more) entertained.

You step closer and make a move to calm down the exchange taking place, but somebody whispers a “hey” in your ear and startles you. You turn, and come face to face with Charles. His black tee accentuates the breadth of his shoulders, which you connect to his crossed arms; there’s a shy, boyish grin playing on his face. “Oh, Charles!” You smile. “Hey! Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Thanks,” he says with a grin, straining to raise his voice. “You look—you look well. Are you alone?”

“No, I’m—” You turn to your three friends nearby, and to Lissie’s argument heating up. “I actually have to go.” You raise your thumb, jabbing it toward them. “But hi again… again!” You both laugh, but he laughs much louder. “I’ll see you around.”

“I jus—” He says, and you stick around for a second to hear him say what he has to say.

“Yeah?”

He clears his throat and laughs stiffly, abandoning his previous statement in favor of a new one. “I just…. want… to have a great time.”

“Ohhhh,” you holler, nodding, clearly trying to mask your extreme confusion under a polite smile. “Okay, well… go ahead!”

You smooth down your dress and laugh again, evidently more forced but, unfortunately for Charles, not any less pretty.

You carry yourself in a very pretty, graceful way, loud and quiet at the same time, like your confident voice when you’re holding the mic and asking questions or making drivers laugh. He might sound creepy, though, a touch too observant, if he tells you so. He observes you instead, for a second, the low cut of your dress and the way the red overhead light shines on your exposed collarbones—and then you’re leaving. He watches you walk over to hug Lily, realizes how stupid he’s sounded, and smothers a hand over his face, humiliated. 

—

“I just want to have a great time?” Max’s jaw drops and he shakes his head, disappointed above all else. “Charles, what the actual. Like…. fuck?” They’re all camped out at the latter’s hotel room, around the dining table, in varying states of sober and doing different things to wear off the last hour of the night before they’re all due to train or debrief again in the morning. Charles had relayed the disaster of the night to everyone at some point, but Max is the last to hear of it; this, unfortunately, does not inoculate him from the shock and secondhand embarrassment.

“Pierre told me to—” Charles starts, forlorn.

“Oi, no. I told you to say something like I just wish… I’d seen you sooner,” interjects the Frenchman with a tut. “You know, flirting? Not… whatever the fuck you said.”

“I didn’t—I was—I lost my mind,” he groans, burying his head in his hands. It couldn’t possibly be entirely his fault when you looked so pretty tonight, hair down and a wash of glitter on your eyelids. Just subtle little flecks of them. They brought out your eyes, too. And your blush, the pink flush of it that sat high on your cheekbones.

“…llo? Charles.” He blinks and sees Carlos’ deep eyes, wide and staring right at him, so pointedly he’s genuinely startled.

“Jeeesus fucking Christ. What?” He places a melodramatic hand over his chest. “Yeah?”

“What do you mean with the”—Carlos mimics his confused expression—“I asked you a question, tonto.” 

“Don’t bother with him,” chimes in Pierre, half-distracted by his phone. He looks up with a devious smile and continues. “He’s still thinking of Miss Reporter of the Year.” A round of loud, jovial laughter makes its way across the table, a few teasing quips being chimed in here and there.

“I just,” mocks Pierre from across the table, adopting a sing-songy tone as he bumps his shoulder to Carlos’ with a mocking laugh. “Wanna have a great time.” His voice is much higher and more mocking, which is enough to send Charles into a fit of petulant embarrassment.

“This isn’t sixth year,” he grits out quietly, but the blush on his face could just as well be plastered on the cheeks of a twelve-year-old. “Give it a rest.” 

“Mate.” Pierre’s voice mellows into something more austere. “You do know she’s leaving the reporters’ job at the end of the season? She’s going to London full-time. No more seeing her all year round. You know this. And I keep telling you. If you are really, and I mean really, interested, I say go for it. C’est la fucking vie, yeah?”

“Plus, if she says no, you can go for pretty much anyone else, anyway,” concludes Max with a convinced smile.

“It’s not the same,” he admits helplessly, smothering his hands over his face in bleak frustration. Behind his eyelids he sees you still, beautiful and smiling and funny—he seriously needs to institutionalise himself before he goes even more mad with the years-long malady he’s called a crush. And seriously, for a twenty-something to have something he calls a crush is despicable in itself. He feels juvenile.

“I can’t tell her. She’s always told people that dating coworkers is a bad idea.”

“You’re not coworkers.”

“We’re—well, we still work closely together. It is the same.” He groans. “It’s just… I’ve said it before. If I admit I like her, things will become awkward. I’d rather we remain friends.”

“Well… see, nobody said you needed to tell her,” begins Pierre schemingly, eyebrows raising. Around them, everybody groans at the birth of another Pierre-brained scheme that will, no doubt, need the enlistment of everyone’s help and will likely end in disaster. “What?! I’m just offering… I’m just saying, mate—you’ve liked her since forever. Why not make a move?”

“—I can’t—”

“Without telling her?” 

“Pierre,” groans Carlos, ever the voice of reason, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t—whatever this is you’re planning, it’s going to go to shit. I swear.”

“You are acting like I plan to take somebody hostage.” Pierre shrugs. “You know, girls like when you don’t tell them straight up. You have to show you like them. You know, be interested in the things they’re interested in, compliment them, make them laugh. And then they think, oh, how thoughtful, oh, how adorable, and before you know it, they like you. And you’ve got yourself a girlfriend.”

“Mmm. Uh-uh. Untrue.” Max says decisively, shaking his head. “I told Kelly I liked her.”

“Yeah, sí. I told Isa I liked her, too.”

“Will you two—just—” Pierre gesticulates and makes a funny noise that insinuates just go with it. “Okay?” he points out to the latter, rolling his eyes. He turns back to Charles with a ready, dazzling, so-French-it’s-scary grin and continues. “I suggest you let us be your wingmen and help you charm her.”

“Whoa, whoa, wh—us? You’re on your own here,” Max quips with a laugh. “It’s your stupid idea.”

“It’s not stupid, and it’s going to work. She probably likes you already.” His confidence carries the lie with gusto. “We just need—you just need to show her instead of saying the dumbest shit to her face.” Pierre leans back into his chair and shrugs matter-of-factly. “Max and I will be regular wingmen, but we have a secret weapon.”

“Don’t—” Carlos starts with a sigh.

“Yes. Lando, Lily, and Lissie are all close to her, eh? Well, perfect—Carlos will get information from Lando about things she likes, you gift her those things or talk to her about them, bam she’s in love. It’s literally a perfect plan.”

Maybe it’s worth it. Maybe—

“No.” Charles shakes his head firmly, setting the record straight. “This will not work. Who’s to say she even needs a boyfriend?”

—

Despite what his best and closest friends—on and off the paddock—might have you believe, Charles hasn’t always been so hopeless when it came to trying to catch your heart. His closest call came in Cancun, after a long weekend of racing and a flight to the area, early into the night where he thought he was the only one who decided to opt out of partying.

Your skin’s peeling. You turned from where you sat on a barstool observing the shore, startled, immediately relaxing when you found him standing there eyeing you. Your hair was still damp, crunchy with saltwater, and your skin had tanned considerably, a sunburn sitting on the bridge of your nose. You stuck your tongue out.

I spent the whole day swimming. He observed your bikini, yellow and green contrasting the colour of your skin. He blinked slowly, ordering himself a drink to hopefully pass the thoughts away. His eyes couldn’t stop, though, wandering, the translucent material of the scarf you’d tied loosely around your hips, the tinge of heat on your shoulders and nose. I’m burnt everywhere.

There are remedies for that. He smiled around his glass.

I’m aware, you said lightly, crossing your legs and sliding your finger along the salt rim of yours. But just in case I forgot, maybe you could refresh my memory.

Your voice was so sweet, so low, so tempting. Already he knew he was wrapped around your finger, the same finger picking up grains of salt to press on your tongue peeking between your smiling lips. You brought your glass to your lips. It had been some time since the dinner in London so he pressed, his voice deep and a little rough, Liam can do that for you, I’m sure.

Pity, you said meekly as you set your glass down and looked back at him. He’s not my boyfriend anymore.

Out of eyeline, the bartender’s eyes widened at the exchange he was overhearing. 

Is it a pity? He asked, leaning backwards and cocking his head to the side. It’s easy, an easy glide of conversation, flirt, something he’s wanted for a while now. To have you playing into him, and have himself playing into you, just like this. It was naturally easy in a foreign city where nobody knew who either of you were, where you were just two strangers flirting at a beachside bar.

Two strangers laughing while they dug their toes into the sand. Two strangers basking in the water, tinted orange by the sun dipping below the horizon, scarf untied in favor of one last swim before night fell. There was nothing keeping either of you from doing whatever you wanted. Nothing keeping Charles from finally acting on the attraction that honest to God crushed him.

You ended up leaning on the door of your hotel room, keycard fiddled in-between your sandy fingers. You combed a hand through your hair and offered a shy smile. So. 

So, he replied, leaning closer. So.

Sooo. You were laughing and your breath smelled like a mint leaf and vodka. You looked up at him, blinking slowly. I have a rule.

What rule is that?

I don’t date coworkers. He wanted to dip down, place a hand on the dip of your waist, and kiss you.

Pity, he said gruffly instead, a smile forming on his face.

Is it a pity? You chewed on your lip and looked at his barely parted ones, pink and pretty. When I’m about to break it? He was about to help you do just that—eyes fluttered shut already—when a crash resounded from down the hall and you both turned to find the culprit. You broke apart and with your separation, whatever atmosphere of tension you’d built up popped, too, leaving you awkwardly standing beside each other.

Oh m… Lissie? You asked, leaning closer as you recognized your friend more and more. You narrowed your eyes, watching the girl crawl her way through the carpeted floor. Oh, Jesus—let’s—get you—

You both hauled her up and wrapped either arm around your shoulders, unlocking her hotel room with great effort and tossing her onto the bed. You stood back and sighed at her half-blacked out state, slightly amused but ultimately relieved she ended her night unscathed.

She pried one eye open and sleepily, she groaned out, what were… you two… doing together outside your room?

Nothing, you said quickly, face warm and eyes wide.

Because you—Lissie raised a lazy finger in your direction—don’t date coworkers. 

I wasn’t—it wasn’t—goodnight, you spluttered, eyes refusing to meet Charles’ even as you both exited the room, paying him quiet thanks as he pulled the door back closed.

Sorry, you said, pretty as ever. The light shone on the red splotch on your nose. Goodnight.

And so he went to his room that night, bummed out and still high off your scent.

—

“You’re staring again.”

“I’m not,” he lies through his teeth, averting his eyes away from your figure by the shore. Sue him if he was staring (which he wasn’t… but most definitely was) but he finds you much too pretty. After the disaster that was the Mexican GP, he figures he could use some sort of stress reliever. Apparently he was not alone in thinking this, considering half the paddock hauled ass to Cancun and prompty partied.

Across Charles, Joris and Pierre share a knowing look that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“I said I’m not!”

“So you are not staring at her blue swimsuit then?” Joris tests, mouth twisted into a devious smirk. “It’s black,” Charles says matter-of-factly before catching sight of his friends’ smug expressions and realizing he’s implicated himself. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, petulantly almost. “And I wasn’t. Can you fucking—fuck off?”

“Just ask her out already,” Pierre groans, nodding when Joris chimes in with agreement of his own. “I seriously can-not handle another bar of this shit. It’s been years.”

“I don’t know how to,” he laments. “It’s going to be awkward if I do it all formal, and she’s going—she’ll laugh at me, and it’s…” He blows a raspberry. “Non. Pointless.”

“Just kiss her at the party,” reasons Joris with an easy attitude, shrugging. 

“Joris! Charles didn’t know about that,” Pierre says, trying to lower his volume, but it’s pointless since they’re barely a metre apart. “Fucking tattletale.”

“Party?!” Charles repeats, eyes wide. “Why don’t I know about a party?!”

“It’s a Halloween party,” Joris says, a wacky grin on his face. “And you said it yourself, didn’t ‘cha? You told us not to tell you if any functions were happening because you’re too tired to go to any. Too… too wrapped up racing.” He laughs. “Or something of the sort.”

“Well the season’s ending,” he huffs, wringing firm fingers over his face, his shut eyes, “and I still fucking haven’t… so I think I’m afforded a party.”

“Alright, then come to the party! Dress code, Halloween. Sexy Halloween.” Pierre wiggles his eyebrows. “You know, speaking of our plan, Carlos overheard Lissie and Lily talking about what your girl’s costume is going to be.” He leans in closer and laces his fingers together. “She’s going as a… Christina.”

“Christina?” The other two echo, confused. 

“Christina. I did some digging, and I think it’s this.” Pierre scrolls and dicks around on his phone for a minute before turning it back around to Joris and Charles, who peek with great interest. They seem to be looking at an outdated movie poster of—

“Cas-per the friendly ghost,” Charles reads aloud, trying to get his accent to dissipate. “Huh. What the fuck is that?”

“It’s a movie, idiot.” Pierre shuts his phone off. “Starring who? Christina Ricci.”

“Vraiment? You think his crush is going to show up wearing… a white gown?” Joris asks, his mind stuck on the outfit he’d seen just seconds ago. “This doesn’t make sense.”

“Well Carlos and I agreed, so. Two to two. And Carlos says she and her friends always wear silly costumes like these. So if she shows up as Christina, what better way to start conversation than to dress up as Casper?”

Charles’ eyes widen with comical horror. “No. No, no, no. Did the ghost and the kid fuck?”

“No!” The two men across him yell in unison.

“Right!” He gesticulates. “So it’s not a couples’ costume!”

“But it’s still—” Pierre pauses. “It still matches. Trust me on this one, mate.” He smiles. “We even brought the supplies.”

—

The party is a hit as soon as Charles and his group enter. The former finds refuge at the table, unwilling to socialize. Pierre roams for a bit and ends up finding you almost immediately—you’re wearing low-waisted pants, a strappy top, and you sport alternating streaks of blond and black in your hair.

“Hey!” He calls, jogging up to you. “I heard you were coming as a Christina. Guess who I am?”

You rake a hand through the streaks in your hair and smile. “Not just any Christina. The artist. Xtina? You know?” You twirl a bit, the dark material of your strappy pants swishing as you go, as if the movement will help Pierre deduce the costume’s identity. “Whatever. You’ll get it. Lando is—we’re matching tonight, but I g—it wouldn’t make any more sense if you don’t understand it.” You sigh a bit and gesture vaguely to the crowd behind you, referring to the Eminem-dressed Lando, who you guess is currently caught in the thick of.

“Xtina?” Iks-tina, he repeats, clearly confused. “I remember hearing… somebody saying you were going as a… a Christina.”

“Chris-tina, Xtina, yeah. Christina Aguilera.” You smile, fingers pinching at the material of your belt. “Anyway—where is everyone? I’ve only seen Daniel’s costume and then yours.” The recent memory of Danny’s neon orange traffic cone costume bumping into everybody flashes in your mind.

“Save yourself,” he huffs, smoothing calloused hands over the denim of his jeans. “Zhou and Esteban came as Bella and Jacob, Max as a Tifosi. Anyway”—he points to his ensemble—“guess yet?”

Your mental images of each cited costume are cut short. “Aha! You’re, um. Yes! You’re Ken from the Barbie movie,” you crack finally, remembering the revealing denim vest and jeans combo from the film you’d watched four times over in theaters a few months ago. “Wow, even your briefs say Ken. Very accurate. Minus the non-bleached hair.”

He tuts and shrugs. “I’m no Alex. What’d he come as?”

“He and Lily matched—Sonny and Cher.”

“Let me guess,” Pierre starts, and already you’re nodding because you can tell he’s going to predict exactly how the night has turned out, “Alex is Cher?”

“Wig and sequined dress and all.” You nod, laughing and squinting; Alex’s tall figure, head clad in a long, fringey, black wig, stands out above the rest. “Oh, I did see Carlos at the bar. Ricky Martin?”

Pierre really laughs at that, a loud, distinctly French guffaw involuntarily forced past his lip glossed mouth. “What the fuck, mate! Ricky Martin?! He’s El Profesor from La Casa de Papel. You know, Money Heist? Bella ciao? Oh, my God, he’s going to fucking freak if he hears—heard you said that.”

“He seriously gave off Ricky Martin vibes,” you defend in-between laughs of your own. “So that’s everyone? Oh—oh. Charles! What did… I never saw him! He kept telling me how excited he was for his costume, too…” Just a few hours ago, at that—a boisterous voice honing into the your voicemail inbox, boasting about a costume while you prepped for the party with Lissie and Lily. Your eyes peruse the room, but the lighting is too dark and vague for you to make out anything you haven’t already seen.

“Oh. Charles?” Pierre’s voice lilts higher. “Um. Yeaaah. Um.”

You, however, are sufficiently distracted by your own search for him, and you fail to notice Pierre’s clear scrambling attempt to stall you. He takes a long swig of beer and clears his throat. “He’s just, well, around. I should actually—excuse me, I need to actually go look for him. I owe him a drink.”

“Oh? Oh, okay. Well—be careful?”

You’re a bit surprised by his sudden, jolted departure, but bid him a rushed goodbye anyway. He waves back vaguely, his eyebrows furrowed into an expression of worry as he shoves his way back into the crowd and toward the area littered with tables. It’s only then that Lissie surfaces from the crowd, scratching absently at her nose as she crashes into you with a floaty giggle.

“Lis, you’re all sticky.” You place two palms flat against her shoulders and push her off. “Are you high?” 

“Yes but not drunk.” She giggles again, eyes fluttering.

“Oh—that’s not. Whatever, I guess.” You exhale and cross your arms over your chest. “Who’ve you been with?” She listens, plays with the braid in her hair, matching her getup as Lara Croft. 

“Um, the deejay. I gave him my number, but he’s actually pretty fucking weird. Come on, I want to pee.” As always, her speech quickens to something inhuman, an effect elicited by alcohol; giving you essentially zero time to react, she loops a hand around yours and drags you with ferocity to the nearest restroom. She moves so aggressively through the thickly-packed crowd you barely have time to react or say hi to people you’re acquainted with en route.

You whiz by the door, and in the rush, you notice Pierre entering the one adjacent with a worried expression etched onto his face. Just minutes ago you’d been conversing—you wonder why he’s suddenly become privy to worries.

“So the deejay,” says Lissie, effectively distracting you for the time being. You hum to signify you’re listening, fixing bits of your outfit in the mirror as she kicks different stalls open to judge their cleanliness. “One, he was dressed up as James Bond. Which is just about the most fucking pretentious thing ever. Two, all he played was Chainsmokers. You’re telling me this pub—club—whatever—in Mexico could only afford to commission this guy? Three, he was”—she kicks the last door open and a gasp escapes her and morphs into a semi-shriek—“a ghost?!”

“Ghosted you? Already?” Your eyes, focused previously on re-lining your lips, flits to Lissie’s in the reflection. She’s distracted, staring at the contents of a stall with comically wide eyes. “What’s up? S’that a fucking glory hole or something?”

“No!” She yells when you approach, immediately lunging forward to pull it shut. “No. It’s—I saw a roach. Serves us for going to a fucking… pub. Don’t go in there, it’s…” She exhales a long breath. “It was a mama roach and… with eggs.”

“What are you talking about?” This isn’t even a pub, it’s a nightclub—one with a door fee that definitely did not warrant rogue cockroaches in the water closet. “Lis, you’re drunk-hallucinating.” You’re not even sure if that’s a thing, but you shove past her and push the stall door open again, ready to come face-to-face with, maybe, a sleeping Tinkerbell or a puking black cat. Worst case scenario, shit on the floor; worst-er case scenario, Lissie is right and you’ve stepped into a den of roaches.

Weirdest case scenario, though, if that’s an actual thing: Charles Leclerc seated on the closed toilet seat, face painted white, wearing an all-white ensemble of a large white shirt, shorts, high socks, and sneakers. He’s got two hands on either side of the wall, as if he’d been preparing to escape; how or to where, you’re clueless. Why he’s here, you’re even more stumped.

His entire face is a stark white, with black smudges of face paint on his forehead (eyebrows, you’re guessing); his hair’s been curled by the humid air at this club, and he looks like himself in all the ways he totally does not, eyes big and caught when yours click onto them. 

Despite confusion, you chalk it up, as one would rationally do at a party, to intoxication. You spend a few bated breaths staring at him staring at you, his face of pure shock and embarrassment enough to sober up a drunk for a few days. “Hi.” You can hear yourself say it, but you’re so caught off-guard and full of confusion it feels alien.

“Hey,” he says, wiping four fingers over his stubborn face paint with a smile. The smile and the paint barely fade. “I’m a ghost.”

“I see. Classic.” You pause. “I’m Chr… nevermind. Um—are you okay?”

“A bit, uh—a tad bit drunk. I seem to be in the ladies’ room.”

“Yeah, you seem to be,” you recite back to him, amusement quickly overtaking confusion. “I think Pierre was looking for you. Let me go get him. Lis, make sure he doesn’t…” You gesture a puking movement, and the pair watch and listen to your shoes click against the tile, before the door swings open and then shut again.

“Coast is clear.” Lissie’s voice has been lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “I reckon everyone you know is already looking for you?”

“This is a disaster.” He rubs frantically at the face paint, but it’s horribly futile. “You know, I didn’t even realize I was in the ladies’ room until you two came in. She cannot see me like this.”

“She already fucking has, mate.” Lissie sounds exasperated. “Whose idea was this? If you say Pierre I swe—”

“—Pierre—”

“—ar to Jesus fucking Christ, Charles—I can’t keep saving you from Pierre’s antics.” She grumbles out a sigh. “What are you supposed to be, even? Have you—did you see how hot she looks? This is like… you look like a… I can’t—” She lets herself taper off, so disbelievingly shocked at his odd costume.

“I’m Casper the Ghost!” Lissie mentally forms a crude picture of the kid ghost, which looks absolutely nothing like what’s in front of her. “Casper was opposite Christina Ricci. Pierre told me so.”

“That’s the dumbest analogy ever, holy Christ. You look like a poster child for some…” She regards him for a moment. “Anemia advert.”

“Take that back.”

“You don’t really have the upper hand here, Charles,” says Lissie with a grimace. “I’m texting Pierre. Are you—did you even get drunk?”

“No,” he woes. “I am totally sober. I had to lie. Pierre went to the table and told me that my—that the costume we planned—it was wrong, and I just—I ran to the bathroom.” Lissie can’t help but laugh at the story, raising her camera to record the incriminating evidence.

Mid-video, Charles’ white face droops and his painted lips part to ask: “You think she found me cute?”

—

Charles likes finding things about you. He supposes the first time he realized just how much he liked hearing you talk about yourself—which you rarely did—happened in São Paulo. He’d been stressing over a spiel to recite in front of a camera, rewriting over words for hours to make everything sound more natural.

Each margin had been hastily written on with pencil, run-on sentences with semicolons in the place of periods. The team scriptwriter didn’t do much to make his lines sound more natural and less like they’d just been spat out of an online translator. You peeked into the media pen and coughed. You don’t belong here, do you?

Tch, he clicked his tongue, turning to offer a smile. I’m working on a script for Sunday. Portugese stuff.

I can help, you responded, walking slowly over toward him. You smiled quietly, approaching slowly like you were waiting for him to greenlight your offer. He did so by pulling a chair out for you, and once you sat you traced a nail over each line, murmuring them under your breath.

You speak Portugese?

You looked up and gave a half-shrug, laughing like you were amused with yourself. Kind of. It’s not very good, but it’s enough. You resumed your editing and he felt content to stare, admire, watch every movement of your lips align with the syllables of the words. You asked for a pencil and began writing something much cleaner. He couldn’t help but let himself be in awe of your intelligence.

You read over the last few lines and turned to face him. Let me guess, you said. You want to make a pun on Ferrari before you say bye.

Ah, he laughs. Yeah.

See, I know you so well, you half-joked, scrawling idle edits on the margins of his script.

He was already looking at you when you turned back to him, seeking his response, agreement, anything. When your eyes met, something caught at your chest—it tugged, tugged, then tugged again, a dull feeling burrowed deep in you. Words failed to wrench themselves free, but once they did, all you could manage was a faint—What?

Nothing. He smiled and shook his head, like he was waiting for you to figure it out. You know… sometimes, I wish I met you sooner. He does. He wishes he knew you back then, when you first learned Portugese. Or when you were in high school, so you could see just how exponentially awkward he was in his own teenage years. He thinks sometimes that he’s lost too much time, met and liked you too late.

Hm, you breathed out, because you didn't know what else to. I know why—so you could always have me. As a proofreader. Right?

Hah. The tilt of his laugh was high and mocking, and he stuck his tongue out, as if to punctuate that. He looked away then, like he wasn’t ready to say certain things to your face just yet. Quietly he added, Always have you… something like that.

—

If you ask Charles what he’s doing hiding in a laundry basket of a luxury hotel in São Paulo, he wouldn’t be able to answer you, either. It’s been some time since the disaster that was Caspergate Cancun 2023, and if he’s perfectly honest, he doesn’t feel like facing you again for the rest of his life. Pierre, of course, has other plans. 

All he knows is last night, Pierre suggested he leave a huge vase of roses for you to arrive to in the living room of your hotel; as he planted it in said room, the door’s lock turned, and he sought a hiding place in the adjacent bedroom. Judging by the prevalent scent of Dior Sauvage, this is Lando Norris’ room.

Did u get to escape??? Pierre’s text irritates him. At the same time, the light flips on; Charles curls in on himself, remaining perfectly still. Lando’s voice trills through the room. “I didn’t leave those roses for either of you,” he’s saying to you and Lissie.

Charles hears you hum. “They’re so beautiful.” His heart swells. “I gotta run for a sec, pick up something from Will’s room.” A few seconds pass and the door opens and shuts, which means Charles is currently alone with Lando and Lissie. Which means he needs to plot his escape as soon as he can. Otherwise he’ll be caught in the crossfire and much too embarrassed to—

A foot meets his concealed body and he lets out an oof! as he’s sent flying out of the hamper, along with strewn-around clothes. He keeps his eyes screwed shut, scared shitless and in a fetal position; he only unfurls when a socked foot kicks at his ass. Above him are Lando and Lissie, both extremely confused. 

“How did you know I was…?!” He asks, aghast.

“My fucking laundry was breathing, mate, s’not that hard to leave alone,” Lando retorts sharply. “What are you doing?!”

“I left roses for her,” he explains fruitlessly, gesturing to the vase outside. “But you came in, and this was the closest hiding place. I was told this would be a great gesture.”

“Right. Where did you even get that advice?” Lando tries to suppress the critical tone in his voice, but judging by Charles’ embarrassed grimace, he’s failed. Beside him, Lissie makes a hm? noise, goading Charles to answer quicker.

“I got it from.” Charles pauses. “A friend,” he ekes out vaguely.

“No shit. Who?”

“Um—” Charles’ eyes are shut. “Pierre.”

In unison, Lissie and Lando both release incredulous gasps, throwing their hands up in the air. Lissie points at the mess of clothes in the corner of the room to emphasize her point and asks loudly, with comical cynicism: “This seemed like proper romantic advice to you?”

“Scratch that. Pierre’s words seemed like proper romantic advice to you? His girlfriend is—!” Lando places a flat palm a few inches off the floor and shakes it a few times to insinuate Kika’s age, his disbelieving expression growing funnier by the second. “Mate!” His voice cracks mid-syllable, though even this mishap seems to be the least crazy thing about tonight.

Charles, burning with humiliation, releases a shaky sigh. “I know! I know!”

“You don’t know!” They shout simultaneously in response, disappointed if anything. Just then the door opens again and your two best friends hurry to throw assorted pieces of laundry on the lying Charles, exiting to make sure you don’t suspect anything. 

“Hey,” you say slowly, because they’re both posed the exact same. “Am I… missing something?”

“A shower, girl,” Lando says, and you flip him off before retreating into your room.

Belatedly you ask, “Did you find out who sent those flowers?”

“Some loser, probably,” he calls right back. Charles emerges to poke him accusatorily, but Lando just shrugs. Charles definitely does not have the upper hand here, anyway. 

“Just get out,” Lissie says, completely done with Charles’ antics. “And stop. Listening. To Pierre.” 

He rinses the odor of laundry off him once he’s at his room, but thinks, despite himself, that you called the flowers beautiful.

—

Are you—

—no. I’m not. You wiped a hand over your face and caught mascara along with it. I’m fine, it’s fine.

What he said, it wasn’t…

I said, you turned to face him, eyes rimmed and mouth trembling. You didn’t finish your sentence, just tore the microphone off your lapel and buried your face in your hands. There was always going to be a first time. Your first time insulted on a live feed, after the Abu Dhabi weekend, was not any less shocking. You felt small. You felt humiliated.

You didn’t want to show Charles any of it. You moved around the green room, picking up shit to throw into your bag. Thank God the season was fucking over, you kept thinking. I feel so, you said, still failing to finish anything you started to say. You’d been called an annoying bitch by a fan of one of the drivers—to your face, as you exited the paddock.

He moved nearer. Charles, you said, a half-sob, and then you were allowing him to crash, allowing him to hug you. Your arms were weak when they wrapped back around him, linking softly in the small of his back. You sobbed hard into his chest until his grey tee was dark with tears. I want out, I just want out.

You’ll lord your career over that prick when you’ve made a million dollars doing this, he said. You do it too well to want out. You’re too smart. You’re too good. You cried harder, your face hurt and every word felt wrestled unintentionally, like it took too much work to say much at all. I’m sorry, you said. You should go. 

No, he said. He held you closer. Not until you feel better.

—

He cries after Abu Dhabi. Bad season, everyone’s said. You snap a few smiling pictures with Max, who wins, and Lily and Lissie and the lot of them, the people who made the year so great. You notice an absence in all the pictures and you find it in a room in the Ferrari motorhome.

You’ve found you both find solace in words. In reassurance. But you’ve also found that your connection enables you both to reassure without having to say anything at all. You sit beside him, lean your head on his shaky shoulder, and wait.

“I was waiting for you to come,” he admits brokenly. “I was just not feeling good.”

“I know,” you respond. “It was a bad race. Shit strat.”

He’s quiet. His breaths are ragged and wet and shaky. “Will you stay? Until I feel better?”

You don’t move. “I’ll stay for longer.”

—

In the kitchen Charles unscrews himself a beer. The sky outside is pink and the sun hides behind faraway mountains, gradually darkening the entire atmosphere, save for the few woolly clouds. He’s by the patio door so he can spot people in the wide yard: Pierre, exchanging a Frisbee with Lando. Max, Alex, and Lissie engaged in an intense match of Uno.

They’re all gathered here in Spain at Carlos’ behest to celebrate the dawn of winter, and the end of the season, Max’s third championship.

He’s yet to spot you—he’d been told earlier you’d be late—but it doesn’t matter. He’s been feeling uncharacteristically himself all day anyway. He wrote that on his notebook this morning, on the flight here, verbatim. Looked up the word to spell it right and everything. He remembers you saying it, that time in London where you and Lando took him around and annihilated Borough Market before lounging on the grassy knoll of a nearby park. I feel so uncharacteristically happy, you’d joked. The syllables were too stunted and too fast for Charles to nail it. But he feels it now. Uncharacteristic.

He tells everyone he’s fine, though, and does a good job of it. Three beers in and he’s beginning to trick himself into thinking he actually is doing fine. Nobody suspects he’s been feeling empty from such a bad finish to the season—the season that was already bad in itself. He hasn’t been feeling his usual drive, his usual appetite. He doesn’t know when it will return.

“Here you are.” Carlos has this goofy smile on his face when he bounds into the kitchen, depositing empty dishes at the sink. “Listen, I have to tell you something.”

Charles and Carlos have always shared an easy dynamic—they’ve both always wanted the same thing. Racing has always been at the forefront of their minds. It makes conversation passionate, easy, fun; it was what helped build their now-natural rapport in the first place. “Yeah?” He prods, leaning against the counter and tipping fizz into his mouth.

“I invited everyone here to announce… something important.” Carlos crosses his arms. “But I wanted you to be the first to know.”

“Me?” Charles knits his eyebrows and smiles. “Wow.” He gulps, cocks his head. “What is it, then? Are you switching teams?”

Carlos’ goofy smile grows. “Isa and I are engaged. I’m retiring next year.”

“You—you’re—” Charles laughs and shuts his eyes all at once. “Oh, my God, mate! Congratulations!” The overload of information isn’t lost on him, but he channels it all into a hug. “Are you really retiring, though? I mean. Wow, this is amazing news—but—”

“I was sure as soon as I asked,” Carlos says squarely, smiling as if he’s conjured an image of Isa’s smiling face (which is likely the case). “As soon as she said yes. As soon as I bought the ring!” He laughs aloud, so overwhelmed with happiness of recalling everything. “I’m so glad you were the first person I told.”

“Besides Lando,” Charles says, because he knows it’s true.

“Besides Lando.” Carlos smiles. “I’m… dios, I’m happy. I always knew I’d have something to look forward to after racing.” They hug again, and then he clambers past Charles and into the patio, where he resumes the façade of being unengaged and still a driver. Left behind, Charles thinks over it himself. What does he have to look forward to after racing? All his life, racing is all that ever existed to him. 

The announcement comes eventually—when it’s dark out, intermittent stars white and twinkly against the black above. Charles has once again turned into a blushy mess because you arrived a few hours prior, wearing a lovely dress and with your hair down in messy waves and you said hi to him earlier without him approaching first. They present a stupid, but very Carlos-and-Isa ring-shaped cake to announce it, and somebody queues up music and everyone’s cheering. Of course everyone’s cheering—it’d be impossible for this announcement to not come with bouts of yelling and cheering and goodbyes to Carlos, who accepts them with glee and—dare he say—excitement.

Charles remembers their first year as teammates, the jokes they’d made about needing to beat the other out. For both of them, he recalls, it’s only ever been the drive to race. He didn’t think Carlos would even entertain the idea of retiring yet. He wonders when he will. The thought of it alone is enough to send a well of anxiety run deep into him—which happens after he congratulates the couple, so he excuses himself to the empty outdoors area to get fresh air back into him.

He didn’t mean it, but he finds you already there. “Hi,” you say when he slides the door shut. “You okay?”

“Just… yeah, I’m fine.” You smell faintly like smoke. “It’s crazy, huh. Everyone’s… moving on.”

“So Carlos told everyone, then,” you say, pursing your lips and waiting for his response. He closes his eyes and lets a soft exhale escape him, warm air out and fresh air in, a welcome change from the heady atmosphere in the party. “I knew. I bought that God awful cake. I kept saying get a normal one but they both wanted it to be shaped like a ring.” You punctuate your sentence with a crisp laugh, a stunted exhale of air to break the tension.

You have a natural sway over words, graceful and beautiful and commanding, something he only wishes he could be. For so long he’d been told the feedback loop of one and the same thing: you’re good. You’re the best. You’re going to be the next big thing. And this season had just… aggravated every single insecurity he’s picked up in his years of racing. He wishes sometimes he’d been told something else: you suck. You’re normal. You’re irrelevant. Then at least he wouldn’t exist in some odd panopticon of feeling on top of the world and yet looking at it from the bottom of a pitch black abyss.

“Yeah,” he says instead, wringing his hands. He mimics the wrist movements he’s made to do during gym hours. “It’s wild how—I mean, not really wild, but. I just can’t… even picture my life after racing.”

“You’re young, that’s warranted,” you laugh. “You’re also… I mean, even if you drop out of racing tonight, it’s not like you’re going to become dirt poor or anything. You could become a bloody orthodontist and people will still love you.”

“Will they?”

He didn’t mean to say it aloud but out it comes, garbled and rushed and he’s a bit embarrassed for sounding like a child in front of somebody he finds so beautiful. The silence is suspended and dry, and for a minute all he hears and feels is the slow rise and fall of his chest. To somehow mend the vulnerability, he tries again. “It’s not—I just think I’ll be lonely if I decide to stop racing.”

The fact that Carlos can say with so much ease that he’s willing to drop his career to ensure his pending marriage lasts is almost terrifying, because Charles knows he wants that. He knows—he’s always known—that he wants that intimacy, that realness, but for it to come at the cost of something he’s known for so long is so scary it’s almost a dealbreaker.

“Lonely?” You echo, voice tinged with concern. “Charles—”

“Lonely.”

He says it with an edge to his voice, so final, so steadfast. Loneliness is what he’s always feared and he knows, with a deep drawling punch to his gut, that loneliness is what will come if he decides to stop racing. Even if he’s tired. Even if he’s so pent up with frustration and loss and anger. Racing is all he’s ever known, it’s all he is—when he’s not tied to it, who is he? “Like no one… like I’m just standing in front of what I’m supposed to be, and when people see me, that’s all they see—what’s behind me. Right through me.”

“Well, you’re off racing right now,” you respond, trodding carefully. “So, well. Do you feel that way?”

He knows what you mean: it’s winter break, so he’s not driving or doing some form of it every single day. And he knows in turn what to answer: no, not really, he doesn’t really feel detached from it because there’s a low anticipation in his belly that tells him he’ll be doing it all again soon. But he chooses to interpret it differently; differently, but not falsely.

“I th… I don’t feel lonely,” he says, “when I talk to you. You see me.” 

Your stomach drops and your heart begins to pulse a mile a minute, knuckles tightening where they’ve gripped onto the wooden post of the patio. You can feel the air in your lungs pass through every divot of your body as it escapes and arrives in long, shaky breaths. He’s looking at you, his eyebrows knitted like he wants—needs an answer, if you’d be kind enough to please give him one. 

“I…” You bite your lip, every thought in your head at odds with the other.

Time feels like rubber, like it’s been stretched and manipulated and Carlos is ducking out to announce that it’s time to blow out candles on the stupid ring-shaped cake and you’ve taken too long to respond and your body feels too heavy but your heart feels too light and your eyes are blinking, open and shut and open again, and you feel like the wind could honestly blow you away now because Charles has given you a neutral nod and left you alone again, to contemplate the weight of what he’s finally, finally admitted, tonight here under the sky of Spain.

You move a hand over your hair, watch him walk away. The words lodge themselves in your throat, but they’re there.

—

One minute after  you realized you liked Charles, you swallowed the feelings until they were barely decipherable.

In happened in Dublin, at a pub on St. Paddy’s Day, when you’d emerged fresh out of a breakup with the most arseholic Irishman you’d ever had the displeasure of meeting. And funnily enough, it happened without Charles’ presence. You’d spent the day at Liam’s, hours of fighting over so many things—the growth of your career and the decimation of his, where your relationship had soured, why you never came to visit him, Charles, the sodding bloke you like so much—until finally, you took your things and left.

Wise, because you might’ve honestly gone insane if you stayed a minute longer, attuning your ears to the deafening feedback loop of his voice. Also decidedly unwise, because you had a piece of luggage and barely any battery, in a full city of people you didn’t know at all.

There was no chance Liam would let you return, and no chance you wanted to, for that matter—the fact still stood, though, that you needed to kill the night before your flight to France left at 6AM. You entered the first pub you heard, deposited your bag at the coat check for an extra couple of euros, and accepted the first pint thrust into your hand and first leprechaun hat plopped atop your head.

In between watching people compare how they poured Guinness pints, Sinead O’Connor songs, and exchanging headdresses with a random stranger, you found yourself impressingly drunk. The Irish did it too well.

A university student stumbled past your stool, tears in her eyes; she stopped to steal a shot of whiskey lying unattended on the bar. You looped a hand around her wrist and stared at her menacingly. Manners?!

Fuck manners, she said wetly, wrenching every word out with great effort. Nobody paid either of you any attention. I just caught my best friend and boyfriend kissing. Her accent was unmistakably Irish and was stronger with the tears.

Oh, you said, loosening your threatening grip. Sorry.

Don’t be. I’m sorry I could ever be so stupid, she said, aghast, before finally stalking outside the pub. Half an hour later, you wound up at a table of thirty-somethings, all belting along to a folky sounding song.

Drunkenly you slurred out, I thought it was a stereotype.

What was, love? One of them paused her singing, dipping down to listen to you properly. Your cheek was smushed against the varnished wood, moving with every syllable you eked out.

The songs. You sound like… you belong in the 19th century.

She laughed at that, surfacing and yelling something to the band onstage you couldn’t quite decipher. The song reached its peak, loud and getting the whole crowd singing along, before fading into a familiar opening. S’this better? She asked, her voice slightly raised above the guitar.

You looked up. I liked the other one too, to be fair. M’not a fucking anti-Irish.

Nobody said that, love. Come sing. She hauled you upward, exaggerating her arm swinging in the air so you’d follow suit, which you did. You hummed the opening, eyes fluttering open and closed. You imagined opening them again and finding Charles across the room, already looking, with the same charming, boyish smile on his face that came to you as comfort.

You thought back to the dinner in London, the feeling of his shirt against your shoulder, the way he’d gotten you so easy and laughing and babbly, something you never got with Liam. You squeezed your eyes shut and exhaled raggedly. Fuck.

Linger’ll do that to you, your companion mused. Around you, the entire pub sang along to the song that served as the backdrop to your all-encompassing romantic epiphany. Missing a lover, huh?

No, just… You opened your eyes, watched the band sing out the rest of the prechorus before they slid into the next verse. A new kind of air had crept over the pub, one that exemplified just how much this song could mean to anyone, no matter who. You shut them again and saw Charles. The green of his eyes, mossy on some days and bright on others. The moles on his face. The grooves of his hand, the way it wrapped around things like pens, mics, bottles, your fingers. His voice, how he curved around words. He always knew exactly what you meant even if it took you ages to get to the point, even if you felt like you didn’t know what you meant exactly. 

You opened your eyes. Suddenly fights with Liam didn’t matter. Whatever little sympathy you had left evaporated as you listened to the lyrics and realized, with a damning force, that you were thinking of Charles. And this was not weak, this was not vague, this was a strong thing that took you off your feet like a gust of wind, hurtling you out of the pub. You thought of every time your eyes met his, both of you already laughing at something else present. Every time he saw you at the end of a busy work day and asked if you were doing alright.

Just this guy, I suppose. His name’s… yeah. We’ve been friends for ages. He’s really very talented. Very kind. Your voice was drowned out by the music but you didn’t intend for anything to be heard, anyway. And he’s the smartest person I’ve ever met. He always knows what to say. He’s not in Dublin tonight, not even in Ireland, for God’s sake. 

He’s your boyfriend, then?

You closed them slowly. No. T’wouldn’t be very smart to date him.

Is he an arse?

No either. It’s just too late.

I’m sorry, love.

Don’t be, you mused, eyes still shut as Linger came to a close. I’m sorry I could ever be so stupid.

—

Charles should be in Monaco. You should be in London. But at four-thirty PM, leaning against the counter of a tiny café in Dublin, you cross paths for the first time in weeks, and everything tilts on its axis.

He notices you first, because he hears you thank the barista quietly. It’s not your reporter voice, not the one you put one when you’re interviewing him or his teammate or his fellow athletes. But it’s your real one, and it’s the one he thinks he could hear through a snowstorm.

A tuxedo-clad man exits and suddenly you’re there. You’re wearing a white top, low neck and thin straps covered by a cardigan. You’re sliding coins into the pocket of your jeans and he watches your hand freeze, drags his eyes back up to you, finds you’re already looking.

You look beautiful, he thinks. You put on a lot of makeup for the cameras, and you looked gorgeous, but seeing you like this—caught, almost, in a moment you didn’t expect to see him—you look unbelievably beautiful. He aches with it. 

“You look well,” he says first when he opens the café door for you. “What’s your business in Ireland?”

“Acquainting myself with my new coworker.” You wait for him to follow and squint when the sun hits your eye. “We’ve been here three weeks, fly back to London next Monday. You?”

“It does seem weird for me to be here,” he observes absently. “I needed a change of pace, I think. Gear up for the season.” He shakes his half-full cup of coffee. “Where are you staying?”

“Just up ahead.” A slow silence overcomes you both. “Come over. I have beer. I know you can’t be fucked to have coffee.” He laughs and nods, following you through the road and up into a flat—a BNB, if he’s guessing. There’s a tiny landing and then stairs to a wider living area, where you proceed to unwrap the croissant you’d gotten a few minutes earlier. You chuck it into the fridge and produce two bottles of beer in one go.

“Sit,” you gesture to the spot beside you, and he sits himself there. “We can talk. We should.”

You’ve shrugged your cardigan off, and he observes every detail of your exposed skin, the way your hair layers atop it. Right as he opens his mouth to respond, a blond girl enters, rings of mascara caking her eyes and a wine glass twiddled in-between thumbs. She’s talking her head off and only pauses when she spots Charles.

“Hhhh…iiii.”

“Salut.” 

“You’re Charles?” She notices how close the two of you are seated together.

“Yes,” he says. 

“Charles, this is Robyn—my coworker’s friend. And by extension my friend.” You pat her knee and point to Charles to get them properly introduced. “She leeches off the apartment.” 

“You love me,” she retorts, mockingly—but sweetly. “Anyway, sorry to intrude. I was just on the phone with my situationship.” She rolls her eyes. “Does he think I give two shits about goodnight texts? It feels impossible to be romantically satisfied these days.”

Charles grunts. “I hear that,” he says, just to make Robyn feel less excluded. You get up then, to fuck around at the kitchen sink—he suspects you’re not actually doing chores—but you come back with wet hands and you sit yourself across Charles, on the loveseat, instead of next to him. 

“The thing is, right,” she gulps wine, “there’s such a thing with dating now,” Robyn says, not missing a beat, her Geordie accent curving round the syllables with a distinctive twang. She stares at the opaque red liquid in her glass, like that will supplement her with more words. “Like a deal. A big deal. Everyone’s making this huge thing out of it, and it’s like, can’t we be in our twenties and fuck around occasionally?” She laughs, a high-pitched, tapered noise.

You shift from where you’re seated, buried into the material of the seat. It’s quiet and beginning to touch awkward, so you speak in a rough voice: “I dunno, I kind of… get it.”

“Oh do you, now,” she responds, voice saturated with wine. “No, it’s—I was joking. Of course you would, you’re absolutely fucking gorgeous, is all.”

Suddenly you feel all too seen and inclined to touch a fingertip to your cheek, feather light. You blink so you won’t feel tempted to meet Charles’ eyes, because you feel them on you. “It’s—thank you, I mean. It’s nothing to do with that. I just always feel it’s impossible to find someone who loves you. I feel like I’m not very lovable.”

“You? You’re bloody fucking likable!” Robyn’s laugh is so disbelieving you find yourself semi-convinced. “You’re a bit intimidating, yeah, but you’re lovable as fuck, babe.”

You double down anyway, voice thin. “Right. I don’t think I’m very good at being… affectionate.”

“Hah. Bull. You’re affectionate with… with Charles! I’ve heard you talk about him to Jane.”

She turns to Charles before you have the chance to defend yourself. To him she asks: “Is she affectionate with you?”

But it’s basically rhetorical. Everyone speculates, sees the way you two bend the line between friendship and romance, the care with which you treat Charles, the way you two understand each other in ways impossible for anyone else in your orbit. Fuck if it’s not overtly physical. Robyn’s known you three weeks and has never even met Charles until seven minutes ago and already she’s sensed the energy, the difference, even if she hasn’t seen you do so much as embrace.

“It’s—” You say and say too quickly. You wind up slowing your speech so you don’t sound too defiant and lean backwards, willing yourself to relax. “It’s… different with Charles.”

“Different?” She repeats, miming every dip and rise of your voice. “Why?”

“We’re close.” You refuse to meet his eyes. “Be—because we’re good friends. I feel… things are… just. They’re different. That’s all, really.” Barely satisfied with the answer you eked out, you cross your arms over your torso like it’ll help shield you from the interrogation going on. Briefly you let your eyes fall on Charles; he’s reclined, eyes all over the place, blinking in quick flashes.

“But you admit it, at least?” She smiles. “That you’re affectionate, I mean.”

“Only with…” you taper off, unwanting to dig yourself a deeper hole. “Right. Sure, yeah.”

“Well then,” she says, eyebrows raising as she dows the rest of her glass. She sets it down on the low wooden table with a clink. “I’ll get going. Don’t let me keep you two from shagging or whatever.”

“We don’t f—shag,” you interrupt, voice sharp. “And you’re not keeping us at all. Me, at all.”

Us sounds so exclusive, you realize as it leaves your lips. Us. It tastes like sour cherries on your tongue, bleeds all over. Robyn gives you a look. In response, you insist on seeing her out, leaving Charles at the sofa, elbows on his knees, hands toying with the neck of the beer bottle. He can make out faint words but he doesn’t try translating or deciphering them, just listens to your muffled voice peek through every few words. You sound amused, also accused, also endeared—a bit irritated. You end it with a laugh.

You clamber back in after a few minutes and find him at the top of the stairs.

“Sorry,” you wave off, rolling your eyes to fend Robyn’s earlier interrogation efforts of. “She’s very strong-willed.” You climb the stairs, your striped linen shorts folding with every movement of your legs. Finally you make it to the top, on the second-to-the-last stair, staring up at him.

“You know,” he says, watching you ascend to the top finally, but you’re still staring upward. “You should know.”

“Should know what?”

“I missed you.”

You inhale and are grateful to find the air is all him. “I missed you, too.”

“In a different way.”

“Me, too,” you echo again, voice quiet. “I missed you. It feels like I’ve missed you all my life.”

He can hear your still, controlled breathing. “Thank you for seeing me. Even when, you know, it’s… hard. You know what I mean.”

“I do,” you say. “It’s never difficult, not…” With you.

He leans down and captures your mouth in his then, like it’s a thirst he’s always needed quenched. You allow it, kiss him back like you’ve needed this your entire life. His lips are chapped, but you don’t mind—Dublin’s cold. He kisses like he’s smiling, like he’s happy, and you think maybe that’s not far off. He moves downward, to your jaw; lower, along the column of your throat, around your collarbones, cornering you against the wall, letting you lean against it.

Charles’ kisses are light and soft, but also heavy, like he’s trying to waste as little time as possible. You sigh, feeling light, feeling ecstatic. He puts two hands on either side of your face, presses your foreheads together, and shuts his eyes. 

You feel the divots of his fingers on your hip, your waist, places he’s never touched before. “I’m sorry I left,” you breathe into him. “Back in Spain. In Madrid. I wanted to think about it. About what you said. About everything, about you.”

“I’m glad I found you here, then.”

You tiptoe to kiss him again, because now that you’ve had it once you’re terrified you won’t have it again. In-between kisses he picks you up, cages you fully against the wall, and you breathe shaky little exhales. It builds up quicker and harder; you feel his cock at your hip and shiver, eyelashes fluttering. “Upstairs,” you say breathlessly.

He likes knowing you want this, because he’ll give you whatever you want. He’d fuck you for hours. Have you shaking, eking out moans of his name. He’d whisper praise up and down your ear. He wants this just as much, if not more.

“I want you, so much,” you exhale when he lies you both down on your bed. “So much.”

He tugs your shorts off, then your panties. He doesn’t usually lack self-restraint, but he thinks he’s never felt this much temptation in his life. He’s so hard. He brings one hand to his thigh and squeezes his dick through his pants, but it doesn’t provide him with any kind of relief. You’re needy already, whimpering, mind dizzy. He slides a finger up your slit and watches you screw your eyes shut.

Slowly he sinks in, watches you accustom to the stretch. “Wanted this,” you breathe out.

He thrusts in further, feels your warm cunt stretch around him, feels your breaths get hotter and quicker against his lips. But he takes it nice and slow, so he can feel every little ridge inside of you as you take all of him. “You like it?”

You nod, too dumbed down to speak. “Good girl. Pretty, pretty girl.”

He’s wanted this for so long, fucking you deep and slow and desperate. He thrusts harder, watches you unravel and your hot breaths pick up in pace. He reaches down, smears wetness around your clit as your thighs begin to shake. Your pretty, flushed face is enough to send him into overdrive, your eyes rolling back as he goads you into orgasm.

You’re still cumming around him when he takes a shaky breath, pulls you tightly back against him, and lets the pleasure take over. He fucks you full, rides his orgasm out while you ride yours out—buries his dick all the way inside, so each spurt fills your contracting pussy up.

He pulls out and collapses beside you, pressing his lips to your shoulder before lying on his back. “I’ll clean you up in a minute.” It’s quiet for a second, just you two breathing.

Then: “I did, I did think about it,” you say, voice reedy. “I thought about you.”

“Yeah?” He watches you blink at the ceiling, lets you clasp your hands onto his.

“About me, too.” You open your eyes and stare into the green.

“D’you want this?”

“Believe me,” you say, threading your fingers into his tightly. Your hair’s fussed from the sex. “I do. But—”

His heart drops.

“I don’t want to… I want you to not…” You sigh. “You know, I like seeing you. I like being that. I like knowing I make you feel good. And I want you to know you… you make me feel amazing. Like you and I… we understand each other.” You pause. “Sometimes I feel like you’re the only person who understands every inch of me.”

“Ditto,” he says, and you smile.

“I look up to you, you know? I don’t want you to anchor yourself onto me. I want you to realize that on your own. You’re smart. You’re a great driver with a shitty fucking team I hated reporting on last season.” He laughs shakily. “You know I look up to you. You know… you know I love you.”

“I do. I love you.”

“I always have. It wasn’t… it didn’t always make itself clear, but I always have. And I know I always will.” You smile. “We’ll be in different cities, in separate timezones, but if we survived the years of not telling each other how bloody fucking much we liked each other, this is nothing. When we’ve sorted ourselves out, we’ll know the right time to finally call this what it is.”

He’s never thought of himself as a writer, but his notebooks might beg to differ. Many times you’ve told him yourself that he has an affinity for describing things, especially when he lets go of language as a limitation. He wonders what you’d say if you knew the amount of times he’s tried to write about you. Careful letters or typefaces, in an effort to form a coherent picture of you, the way he sees you, the way he loves you. But he’s so scared he tears the pages off before they get too intimate, too personal, crossing the border from having a crush on you to being in love with you.

For once he’s not. He nods. It’s bittersweet, but it’s a segue to a better ending. He moves a hand over your hair and holds you close.

“You could never be unlovable,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead because finally, he can. “I mean it.”

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i mean this as someone who does allstar cheer (competitive cheer but through a club not a school) it’s not similar to NFL cheer. those girls all grew up being trained as dancer not cheerleaders! so if you do competition cheer you probs won’t do great in the NFL as a cheerleader!

(my biggest pet peeve is they are called cheerleaders not dancers lol)

I’m going to be fully honest, I played rugby as a child who grew up in Dubai. I have no clue about cheerleading or dancing or even the NFL

Firstly thank you for the little lesson, I do appreciate it!

Do we want to keep her as an NFL cheerleader (or shall I say dancer?)

Or do we want Belle to do cheer as a child but then move into something different for her job?

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How to Keep Newborn Kittens Warm During Winter?

Newborn kittens are especially vulnerable to the cold weather and need extra care to stay warm during the winter months. Here are some tips on how to keep your newborn kittens warm and safe this winter.

Play cat dress-up with your little fur ball

Dressing up your kitten in a cute outfit is a great way to keep them warm during winter. You can purchase special kitten clothes at most pet stores, or make your own using an old sweater or piece of fabric. Be sure to supervise your kitten while they're wearing their outfit, as they may try to chew on the fabric. 

Invest in getting a self-heating bed for your cat

As a new cat owner, you may be wondering how to keep your newborn kitten warm during the winter months. One option is to invest in a self-heating bed for your cat. These beds use an internal heating element to provide warmth, and are available in a variety of sizes and styles to suit your needs.

Self-heating beds are a great way to keep your kitten warm, as they provide a consistent source of heat. This can be especially helpful if you live in an area with cold winters, or if your kitten is particularly small or delicate. Self-heating beds are also relatively inexpensive, making them a great option for budget-conscious cat owners.

Cuddle your little furry friend more often

Cuddling your little furry friend more often is one of the best ways to keep newborn kittens warm during winter. Kittens are born with very little fur, so they are very susceptible to the cold. Cuddling them will help them stay warm and also help them feel loved and secure. If you can't cuddle them all the time, make sure to at least give them a few extra cuddles each day during the colder months.

Keep your little kitty active

One of the best ways to keep newborn kittens warm during winter is to keep them active. Kittens are born with a lot of energy and they love to play, making it essential to provide a variety of toys for your cat to keep them engaged and happy. So, make sure you have plenty of toys for them to play with. Also, take them on short walks or runs outside so they can get some exercise. Finally, don’t forget to give them lots of cuddles and kisses. This will help them feel loved and secure, and it will also keep them warm!

Don't move their litter box to colder areas in your house

When you first bring your kittens home, they will likely be very cold. It's important to keep them warm, but don't make the mistake of moving their litter box to a colder area in your house. Kittens are very sensitive to temperature changes and can easily get sick if they're not kept warm enough. Their bodies are not yet fully developed and they can't regulate their own body heat as well as an adult cat.

If you must move their litter box to a colder area, make sure to provide them with a warm bed or blanket to snuggle up in. And always keep an eye on them to make sure they're staying warm enough.

Evaluate how your little fur baby is doing

If you have a newborn kitten, you'll want to make sure they're staying warm during the winter months. Here are some tips on how to keep your little fur baby warm:

-Keep them indoors: It's important to keep your kitten indoors during the colder months so they don't get too cold.

-Dress them in a warm sweater or coat: If you take your kitten outside, make sure they're wearing a warm sweater or coat to keep them cozy.

-Provide them with a heated bed: A heated bed is a great way to keep your kitten warm at night. You can find these beds at most pet stores.

-Grooming your kitty: Your little fur ball’s coat helps to keep it warm during the chilly days. Be sure not trim it too much, we would suggest you to look up for cat grooming services in Dubai and hand them over to the professionals to do the job. If it is not possible for you to take them over to the groomers, then you can also opt for mobile cat grooming services in Dubai.

-Give them extra cuddles: Kittens love affection, so make sure to give them plenty of cuddles to help keep them warm.

Give them more food

Kittens under 4 weeks old should be fed a kitten formula that is high in calories and fat. This will help them gain weight and stay warm. After 4 weeks, you can start transitioning them to a regular adult cat food. Just make sure the food is soft and easy to digest, as their stomachs are still delicate. For more pet parenting tips and trick, be sure to log on to Book My Pet, we have all the solutions for you to make sure you take the best care of your pets. From information about best vets in Dubai to pet grooming in UAE, we have every information to make your job easier as a pet parent.

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Is It Best to Buy or Rent in Dubai?

Deciding whether to buy or rent a property in Dubai is a significant decision that depends on various factors, including financial considerations, lifestyle preferences, and market conditions. Both options come with their own sets of advantages and disadvantages. This article explores the pros and cons of buying and renting in Dubai, helping you make an informed decision says, Omar Hussain Chicago.

Buying a Property in Dubai

Pros of Buying

Investment Potential

Buying property in Dubai can be a lucrative investment. With the city’s real estate market often experiencing growth, property values can appreciate over time, offering potential capital gains.

Long-Term Cost Savings

While the initial costs of buying a property are high, owning a home can be more cost-effective in the long run compared to renting. Monthly mortgage payments can be similar to or even lower than rental payments, and you are building equity in the property.

Stability and Control

Owning your home provides stability and control. You are not subject to rent increases or lease terminations and can renovate or modify the property as you wish.

Residency Visa Benefits

Purchasing property in Dubai can qualify you for a residency visa, which is a significant benefit for expatriates. This can provide greater security and long-term planning potential.

Potential Rental Income

If you decide not to live in the property, you can rent it out, generating rental income. This can offset mortgage payments and provide a steady income stream.

Cons of Buying

High Initial Costs

The initial costs of buying a property in Dubai are substantial. These include the down payment (typically 25% for expatriates), registration fees, real estate agent fees, and maintenance costs.

Market Volatility

The real estate market in Dubai can be volatile. Property values can fluctuate, and there is no guarantee of appreciation. Economic downturns or changes in the market can impact your investment negatively.

Long-Term Commitment

Buying property is a long-term commitment. If you need to relocate or if your circumstances change, selling a property can be time-consuming and may involve financial losses if the market is down.

Maintenance Responsibilities

As a homeowner, you are responsible for all maintenance and repairs. This can be costly and time-consuming, particularly for larger properties or those with extensive amenities.

Renting a Property in Dubai

Pros of Renting

Flexibility

Renting offers greater flexibility compared to buying. If you need to relocate for work, personal reasons, or simply wish to experience different neighborhoods, renting makes it easier to move without the hassle of selling a property.

Lower Upfront Costs

The upfront costs of renting are significantly lower than buying. Typically, you need to pay a security deposit (usually equivalent to one month’s rent) and a few months’ rent in advance, which is much less than a down payment on a property.

No Maintenance Costs

As a tenant, you are not responsible for major maintenance or repairs. The landlord typically handles these expenses, which can save you money and hassle.

Access to Premium Locations

Renting can provide access to premium locations and luxury properties that might be unaffordable to purchase. You can enjoy high-end amenities and prime locations without the financial burden of buying.

Cons of Renting

No Equity Building

Renting does not allow you to build equity in a property. Monthly rental payments go to the landlord, and you do not accumulate any ownership stake in the property.

Potential Rent Increases

Rents can increase over time, especially in high-demand areas. This can affect your budget and long-term financial planning. Additionally, you may have to move if you can no longer afford the rent.

Limited Control

As a tenant, you have limited control over the property. You may face restrictions on modifications, decorating, or having pets. Lease terms and conditions set by the landlord must be adhered to.

Lack of Stability

Renting can offer less stability compared to owning a home. Lease renewals are subject to the landlord’s approval, and there is always a risk that the property may be sold or that you may need to move out at the end of the lease term.

Conclusion

Deciding whether to buy or rent in Dubai depends on your personal circumstances, financial situation, and long-term plans.

Consider Buying If:

You are planning to stay in Dubai for the long term.

You have sufficient savings for the down payment and associated costs.

You are looking for an investment opportunity.

You prefer stability and control over your living environment.

You are interested in obtaining a residency visa through property ownership.

Consider Renting If:

You need flexibility due to job changes or personal reasons.

You prefer lower upfront costs and do not want to be tied down by a mortgage.

You do not want the responsibility of property maintenance.

You wish to live in a high-end property or location that may be unaffordable to buy.

Omar Hussain Chicago: Ultimately, both buying and renting have their own benefits and drawbacks. Carefully assess your financial situation, lifestyle preferences, and long-term goals to determine the best option for you in Dubai’s dynamic real estate market.

Originally Posted: https://omarhussainchicago.com/is-it-best-to-buy-or-rent-in-dubai/

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Revamp Your Ride: Exploring the World of Car Upholstery Materials

The heart of a car’s interior is its upholstery. It’s the material you interact with most, significantly impacting the vehicle’s overall look and feel. When choosing the material for car upholstery it should smooth and give an easy feeling while resting your body. Some materials will be boiling and it will distract the driver as well as the other travelers. In a place like Dubai, where demand for cars is very high, you get access to a plethora of upholstery materials. But how you choose the material, learning about the different materials available in the market would be helpful. Here we have included the details of various car upholstery With many options available. Choosing the apt auto upholstery material that soothes your journey will be quite overwhelming. However,  let's delve into the most common types of car upholstery materials

Different types of auto upholstery materials

Leather

Leather is always classic and renowned for the luxury and durability this material offers. This material is ranked as the best auto upholstery material mainly because it is resistant to stains and wear, and it develops a rich patina over time. However, it is one of the most expensive auto upholstery materials in the Dubai market. Additionally, it requires regular maintenance and can be susceptible to cracking in the extreme temperatures of Dubai.

Vinyl

Auto upholstery with Vinyl is highly durable and has a style statement that does not fade with time. Eventhough it is a synthetic material it offers a similar look to leather at a fraction of the cost. Since Vinyl car upholstery is easy to clean, durable, and resistant to stains it is a popular choice among families who travel frequently with kids or pets. Vinyl is resistant to UV fade and hence it keeps the vibrant colour around, especially in sunny places like Dubai. However, vinyl can be less breathable than leather and may not have the same luxurious feel. Another issue usually faced with vinyl is that it cracks over time.

Fabric

Fabric upholstery is available in a wide range of textures, colours, and patterns. It's generally more affordable than leather or vinyl and offers a softer feel. However, these fabrics are more prone to stains, wear, and fading. In today’s car upholstery market, various fabrics are available that have undergone stain-resistant treatments to improve durability. Additionally, various colour options at various affordable rates are available at auto garages in Dubai.

Faux Leather

Another demand which is most moving at auto garages in Dubai is faux leather. This man-made leather is also known as synthetic leather or polyurethane leather, which mimics the appearance of real leather. It's durable, easy to clean, and often more affordable than genuine leather. Over the years, there has been significant improvement in the material but may not have the same breathability or luxury feel as real leather. Best auto upholstery in Dubai has a wide collection of top-notch faux leather at affordable rates. 

Microfiber

Microfiber is a synthetic fabric known for its softness and durability. It's often used in high-end vehicles as it offers a luxurious feel without the price tag of leather. Microfiber is also stain-resistant and easy to clean.

Choosing the Right Material

The best auto upholstery material for you depends on several factors, including your budget, lifestyle, and personal preferences. Consider the climate where you live, the number of passengers you typically carry, and how often you plan to clean the interior.

If you're looking for car upholstery services in Dubai, numerous auto garages specialize in this area. The best auto garages in Dubai can help you choose the best auto upholstery material and provide professional installation.

Remember, the upholstery is a significant investment in your car's comfort and aesthetics. Choose wisely to ensure long-lasting satisfaction. In the competitive landscape of UAE, don’t forget to choose the best auto garages in Dubai.

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Interview with the Vampire S1 Ep 5: A Vile Hunger for Your Hammering Heart

“How weird would that be to film dude’ “we’re back to eating fkn birds now” “was that one of her quotes?” “nothing good” “ok then” “maybe this is why he’s in Dubai” “that tie sucks. It doesn’t even match. The guy campaigning” “one each what?” “oh they’re stopping time and fucking shit up?” “oh she’s got collectibles” “crimes against what/“ “why didn’t they kill all the cops?” laughter

“If they could live anywhere, why choose Louisiana?” “ok” “I feel like the writing goes every other. It’s confusing like the one before” “so she found another one.” “PET RACCOOON! I want an episode of just the raccoon” “do I need to study French to understand this?” “ok” “it’s in my pants” “it’s the Holy Bible. Nope” “Etiquette or something?” “what a fkn cunt” “uh huh” “what a bunch of shitters. You can’t use your fkn words” “I’m not really sure what’s going on” “even this is weird. Why is she moving?”

“She wrote him in the family plot? That’s really weird” “This family is really good at being dramatic” “that’s fucked up I guess” “it’s a sound box. I don’t actually know what it is. It’s a phonograph I guess” “are they just going to kill each other now?” “they can’t normally die, can they?” “they can’t eat a vampire, can they?” “what is this fkn shit?” “this is overly dramatic. Jesus Christ” “this can’t kill him, can it?” “what the fuck was that”

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Best Swimming Pool Accessories Online for Dubai Homes

Having a swimming pool at home is a luxury, but maintaining it and enhancing the experience requires the right accessories. Whether you're looking to upgrade your pool setup or need essential tools for maintenance, finding the best swimming pool accessories online is key. In this guide, we’ll explore the must-have swimming pool accessories and why choosing the right suppliers, especially in Dubai, can make all the difference.

Why Buy Swimming Pool Accessories Online?

In today's digital age, buying swimming pool accessories online offers unmatched convenience. You can browse through a wide variety of products, compare prices, and read customer reviews without leaving your home. Online stores often provide detailed product descriptions, making it easier to find exactly what you need.

When searching for swimming pool accessories online, it’s crucial to choose a reliable supplier. Reputable online stores often carry a wide range of products, from basic maintenance tools to luxurious accessories that can transform your pool into a personal oasis. For those in Dubai, selecting the right swimming pool accessories suppliers in Dubai is even more important due to the region's unique climate and pool maintenance needs.

Essential Swimming Pool Accessories

There are several must-have swimming pool accessories that every pool owner should consider. These accessories not only ensure your pool remains in top condition but also enhance the overall swimming experience.

Pool Covers: Pool covers are essential for maintaining the cleanliness of your pool. They prevent debris, leaves, and dirt from entering the pool, reducing the need for frequent cleaning. Additionally, they help retain heat, making your pool more energy-efficient. For those living in Dubai, where the temperature can rise significantly, pool covers can also protect your pool from excessive evaporation.

Pool Cleaners: Automatic pool cleaners are a lifesaver for those who want to keep their pools spotless without much effort. These devices move around the pool, vacuuming debris and scrubbing the walls and floor. Whether you opt for a robotic, suction-side, or pressure-side cleaner, having one of these swimming pool equipment and accessories can save you time and effort.

Pool Lights: Illuminate your pool with underwater LED lights to create a stunning visual effect. Pool lights are not only functional but also add an aesthetic appeal to your swimming pool, making evening swims more enjoyable. In Dubai, where outdoor living is popular, pool lights can enhance the ambiance of your outdoor space.

Pool Heaters: If you enjoy swimming year-round, a pool heater is a must-have. It allows you to maintain a comfortable water temperature even during cooler months. For Dubai residents, who may experience cooler evenings, especially during winter, a pool heater can extend your swimming season.

Pool Fencing: Safety is paramount, especially if you have children or pets. Pool fencing is one of the most important swimming pool accessories to ensure that your pool area is secure and compliant with local safety regulations.

Floating Dispensers: Maintaining the right chemical balance in your pool is essential for keeping the water clean and safe. Floating chemical dispensers automatically release the right amount of chlorine or other chemicals into the water, making maintenance easier and more efficient.

The Importance of Choosing the Right Suppliers

When it comes to purchasing swimming pool accessories, the supplier you choose can significantly impact the quality and durability of the products. In Dubai, where the climate can be harsh, it’s important to select swimming pool accessories suppliers in Dubai who understand the specific needs of the region. These suppliers will offer products designed to withstand the high temperatures and unique conditions of the UAE.

Local suppliers often provide better customer service, with faster delivery times and easier returns or exchanges. They are also more likely to carry products that are suited for the local climate, ensuring that your swimming pool accessories perform well and last longer.

The Role of Swimming Pool Accessories in Enhancing Pool Safety

Safety should always be a top priority when it comes to swimming pools. Properly chosen swimming pool accessories can play a crucial role in preventing accidents and ensuring that your pool area is safe for everyone.

For instance, installing anti-slip mats around the pool area can help prevent slips and falls. Pool alarms are another essential accessory, alerting you if someone enters the pool area unsupervised. Additionally, safety nets or pool covers can prevent accidental drowning, especially in homes with small children.

Investing in high-quality swimming pool accessories not only improves the functionality and aesthetics of your pool but also enhances its safety. Whether you’re looking for basic safety equipment or advanced systems, choosing reliable swimming pool accessories suppliers in Dubai ensures that you’re getting products that meet local safety standards.

Enhancing Aesthetic Appeal with the Right Accessories

Swimming pool accessories aren’t just about functionality—they also contribute to the overall aesthetic of your pool area. From stylish pool floats to elegant water features, the right accessories can transform your pool into a luxurious retreat.

For example, installing a water fountain or waterfall feature adds a touch of elegance and creates a soothing ambiance. Similarly, choosing aesthetically pleasing pool furniture and decor can make your poolside area more inviting and comfortable.

Lighting also plays a significant role in enhancing the visual appeal of your pool. By installing underwater lights or LED strips around the pool, you can create a mesmerizing effect that enhances the beauty of your pool at night.

AquaSplash—Your Go-To for Swimming Pool Accessories

When it comes to finding the best swimming pool accessories online, AquaSplash is your trusted partner. As one of the leading swimming pool accessories suppliers in Dubai, AquaSplash offers a wide range of high-quality products designed to meet the unique needs of UAE residents. From essential maintenance tools to luxurious accessories that elevate your pool experience, AquaSplash has everything you need to keep your pool in top condition. Trust AquaSplash for all your swimming pool accessories, and enjoy a safer, more enjoyable pool experience today.

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American veterinary - Pet Relocation Services

For the best pet relocation services in UAE, look no further than American Veterinary. We specialize in pet relocation, ensuring a stress-free experience for you and your furry friends. Whether you're traveling with pets to UAE, importing pets to Abu Dhabi or Dubai, or relocating within the country, our dedicated team is here to assist you every step of the way. From arranging flights and handling import paperwork to providing travel crates and veterinary certifications, we ensure that your pet's journey is safe and comfortable. Our pet shipping services are tailored to meet international standards, making us a trusted choice for pet relocation worldwide. With American Veterinary, your pet's relocation is in safe hands, ensuring a smooth transition to their new home.

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Pet or Animal Relocation Company

The relocation of a pet (cat and dog) requires choosing a reliable and local moving company that can provide adequate care and conditions for the pets during the move. AirPets India is well-known for its pet transportation services, which can be customized to suit the needs of your furry companion. Whether the relocations of the pet are within India, or your pets have moved you from Delhi and Mumbai, or to any other city in India, or the pets have been moved from different countries like the USA, Australia, Canada, France, Dubai, New Zealand, and any part of the world, our efficient team will take care of all requirements like pet travelling crates, the necessary papers, and pet relocation stress.

At AirPets India, your pets' well-being is our top concern when relocating them. Having been in business for many years, we appreciate all the challenges of pet travelling and liaise with the airlines and other authorities to ensure our clients enjoy the best services. Let us carefully manage all aspects of your pet’s needs to ensure you sort out the moving exercise as we care for your pet. Reach out to AirPets India today at +919257123123 or email us at info@airpets.in to avail yourself of professional animal moving services in India you can rely on.

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Globex Packers Movers in Dubai: Your Reliable Choice

Are you looking for a trustworthy moving company in Dubai? Choosing the right one can mean the difference between a smooth move and a big headache. That's where Globex Packers Movers comes in. They are the top choice for moving your home or business in the UAE.

Wondering why Globex Movers Dubai is the best pick? Learn why they are the go-to company for packing, moving, and storage in the UAE.

Key Takeaways

Globex Packers Movers is a trusted name in Dubai's moving industry with over a decade of experience.

They offer a comprehensive range of residential, commercial, and international moving services tailored to your unique requirements.

The company's team of trained professionals, state-of-the-art equipment, and transparent pricing ensure a smooth and stress-free moving experience.

Globex Movers Dubai provides specialized services for relocating fine art, vehicles, and pets, catering to diverse moving needs.

With a commitment to customer satisfaction, Globex Movers is the reliable choice for all your moving and logistics requirements in the UAE.

Introduction to Globex Movers Dubai

Globex Movers Dubai is a top choice for moving in Dubai. They are known for their excellent service. The company has a team of skilled professionals who focus on making customers happy. They offer a wide range of moving and relocation services for homes and businesses.

Reliable Moving Company in Dubai

Globex Movers Dubai is known for its reliable and efficient service. They use the latest equipment and tailor-made solutions for a smooth move. Their team takes care of packing, loading, transporting, and unloading with great care.

Why Choose Globex Movers Dubai?

Here's why many people pick Globex Movers Dubai for their moves:

Experienced and professional team

Customized moving solutions to suit your unique needs

Advanced technology and equipment for efficient and safe handling of your belongings

Commitment to safety, transparency, and customer-centric approach

Competitive pricing and flexible scheduling options

Globex Movers Dubai knows the Dubai market well and has a great track record. They are your go-to partner for moving and relocating in Dubai.

Residential Moving Services in Dubai

At Globex Movers Dubai, we know moving homes can be tough. That's why we offer a wide range of moving services for homeowners and tenants. Our skilled team is here to make your move easy and worry-free, from start to finish.

Packing and Unpacking Services

Packing and unpacking can feel overwhelming. That's why we provide expert packing and unpacking services. We use top-quality materials to protect your items during the move. This lets you focus on the fun parts of moving.

Furniture Disassembly and Assembly

Moving big or fragile furniture can be tricky. Our team is great at taking apart and putting back together your furniture safely. You can count on us to handle your furniture with great care, whether it's an old antique or a new piece.

Loading and Unloading Services

Getting your stuff to and from your new place is key to a successful move. We use special techniques and the latest equipment for safe and precise loading and unloading. Our team works fast and carefully to get you settled in quickly.

For moving homes in Dubai, choose Globex Movers Dubai. We offer everything you need for a smooth move and are dedicated to doing a great job. Call us at 00971-58-619-1901 to find out more about our services and how we can help with your move.

Commercial Moving Services Dubai

At Globex Movers Dubai, we know moving businesses is tough. Our team of experts offers top-notch commercial moving services. We make sure your office or corporate HQ moves smoothly. We take care of planning, logistics, and safely moving IT equipment and office furniture.

We provide expert office relocation, IT equipment handling, and secure transport for desks and other office furniture and equipment. With us, your commercial move will be precise and quick. This means less downtime and a smooth move.

Comprehensive office relocation services

Specialized IT equipment handling

Secure transportation of office furniture and equipment

Customized moving solutions for businesses of all sizes

Minimized downtime and a smooth relocation process

For more info on our commercial moving services in Dubai, call us at 00971-58-619-1901 or visit our website. Trust Globex Movers Dubai for your office relocation and IT equipment handling needs.

Globex Packers Movers in Dubai for International Moves

Moving internationally can be tough, but Globex Packers Movers in Dubai makes it easier. We're experts in international moving services dubai. Our team knows how to handle customs and paperwork for a smooth move.

Customs Clearance and Documentation

Moving your stuff across borders can seem scary. But our international movers dubai know exactly what to do with customs and paperwork. We work with you to meet your destination's rules, making sure your move goes smoothly.

Air and Sea Freight Options

Globex Packers Movers in Dubai has many air and sea freight options dubai for you. Whether you want fast air freight or affordable sea freight, we'll help you choose the best option. We consider your schedule and budget to find the perfect solution.

Destination Services

Our destination services dubai reach beyond Dubai. We work with partners worldwide to keep our high service level at your new place. We help with unloading, unpacking, and settling in, making your move easy.

No matter the size or complexity of your move, Globex Packers Movers in Dubai is here to help. Call us at 00971-58-619-1901 to learn more about our international moving services dubai.

Storage Solutions in Dubai

Globex Movers Dubai knows how crucial it is to have secure storage. Whether you're moving, renovating, or just need more space, our facilities are here for you. They're designed to meet all your storage needs.

Household Storage

Our household storage is ideal for those moving, renovating, or needing extra space. Your items stay safe in our climate-controlled units, protected from Dubai's heat. We handle everything from furniture to personal items with great care.

Commercial Storage

Globex Movers Dubai has top-notch commercial storage for businesses big or small. Need to store inventory, documents, or special equipment? Our secure units can help. We work with you to create storage plans that save space and reduce business disruption.

Climate-Controlled Storage Units

For items like fine art, antiques, or sensitive electronics, our climate-controlled units are perfect. They keep your valuables at the right temperature and humidity. This ensures they stay in top condition until you need them.

At Globex Movers Dubai, we're all about providing dependable storage solutions tailored to your needs. Call us at 00971-58-619-1901 to explore our storage options in Dubai.

Specialized Moving Services UAE

At Globex Movers Dubai, we know some moves need special skills and care. That's why we offer services just for you. Our team is trained to handle delicate and valuable items carefully.

Fine Art and Antiques Relocation

Moving fine art and antiques needs a careful touch. Our movers know how to take care of these items. They use custom crating and climate-controlled transport to make sure your valuables get to their new home safely.

Vehicle Transportation

Need to move your car, motorcycle, or another vehicle? Globex Movers Dubai has you covered. We'll transport your vehicle safely and efficiently, so you don't have to worry.

Pet Relocation Services

Moving with pets can be tough, but we're here to help. Our pet relocation services in the UAE make sure your pets are comfy and follow all the rules. We'll keep your pets safe and happy during the move.

Whatever your moving needs, trust Globex Movers Dubai to do it right. Call us at 00971-58-619-1901 to find out more about our services in the UAE.

Why Globex Movers Dubai is the Reliable Choice

At Globex Movers Dubai, we're proud of our skilled team, tailored moving solutions, and top-notch technology. These make us the go-to for moving and logistics in the UAE.

Experienced and Professional Team

Our team is made up of highly skilled and committed professionals. They aim to provide excellent service with great attention to detail. With lots of experience, they know how to handle each move's unique challenges. They work hard to make moving stress-free for our clients.

Customized Moving Solutions

Every move is different, so we offer customized moving solutions just for you. From the first meeting to the final delivery, we work closely with you. We create a plan that fits your specific needs and likes.

Advanced Technology and Equipment

We use advanced technology and equipment at Globex Movers Dubai. This includes modern, well-kept vehicles for safe and efficient moves. Our cutting-edge tools and resources mean better service and protection for your belongings at every step.

Globex Movers Dubai is your top choice for moving and storage in the UAE. We focus on excellence, clear pricing, and making customers happy. Call us at 00971-58-619-1901 to see how our experienced and professional team, customized moving solutions, and advanced technology and equipment can make your move better.

Unbeatable Air Cargo Services with Globex Movers

At Globex Movers Dubai, we're proud of our top-notch air cargo services. We're here to meet your global freight needs with efficiency and reliability. As a top logistics provider in the UAE, we're known for our excellent air freight forwarding solutions. We make sure your goods get to their destinations worldwide without a hitch.

We use our air cargo expertise, cutting-edge technology, and wide global network to offer customized transportation solutions. Whether you need fast shipments or detailed logistics plans, trust Globex Movers Dubai to take care of your air freight needs quickly and carefully.

Tailored Air Freight Solutions

Every business has different air cargo needs, and we get that. That's why we provide a variety of tailored air freight services, including:

Express air freight for urgent deliveries

Consolidated air freight for cost-saving shipping

Temperature-controlled air cargo for sensitive goods

Specialized handling for valuable or fragile items

Our skilled team works with you to create the ideal air cargo solution. We make sure your goods arrive safely and on time.

Reliable and Efficient Air Freight Forwarding

Globex Movers Dubai is known for reliable and efficient air cargo services. We use our wide global network and advanced tech to make logistics smoother. This means you get real-time tracking and clear updates throughout the journey.

With us, you get top air freight services tailored to your business needs. Whether you need quick shipments or full logistics support, see how our services can benefit your company.

For more info on our air cargo services, call us at 00971-58-619-1901 or visit our website. Our team is here to help with all your logistics needs.

Logistics and Freight Solutions from Globex

Globex Movers Dubai leads in logistics and freight solutions for businesses and individuals in the UAE and GCC. We offer top-notch services in logistics, transportation, ocean freight, and air cargo. This makes us a reliable partner for your freight needs.

GCC Transportation Services

Globex Movers Dubai provides smooth ground transportation across the GCC. Our services ensure your goods are delivered safely and on time. We focus on being timely and cost-effective. Trust us to move your items within the UAE or across the GCC with precision and care.

Ocean Freight Forwarding

For international shipments, our ocean freight forwarding expertise is key. We handle all the paperwork and customs for you. Our sea freight options are reliable and cost-effective, making sure your goods arrive safely. Our global network and strict quality standards make us a top choice for ocean freight.

Air Cargo Services

Our air cargo services complement our GCC and ocean freight offerings. We offer customized air freight solutions for your urgent or special needs. With our vast experience and commitment to innovation, we provide efficient and reliable air cargo services in Dubai for your business.

At Globex Movers Dubai, we're proud of our wide range of logistics and freight solutions. By combining our skills in GCC transportation, ocean freight, and air cargo, we aim to be your go-to partner for logistics management. Trust us to manage your logistics and freight with great care and professionalism.ServiceHighlightsGCC Transportation

Seamless ground transportation across the GCC

Timely and cost-effective deliveries

Comprehensive logistics management

Ocean Freight Forwarding

Reliable and cost-effective sea freight options

Handling of all documentation and customs procedures

Global network of shipping partners

Air Cargo Services

Tailored air freight solutions for urgent or specialized needs

Efficient and reliable air cargo services Dubai

Extensive industry experience and innovation

Door-to-Door Cargo Delivery Services

At Globex Movers Dubai, we know how crucial door-to-door cargo delivery services are. We offer transport management and planning to meet your needs, whether it's for local or international delivery. Our team takes care of your cargo from pickup to delivery, ensuring every step is handled with great care.

With our door-to-door cargo delivery services in Dubai, you can be sure your items will get to you safely and on time. This saves you time and cuts down on the trouble of dealing with many logistics companies. Our services include:

Punctual and efficient pickup and delivery

Careful packing and handling of your cargo

Real-time tracking and updates throughout the journey

Customs clearance and documentation assistance for international deliveries

Dedicated customer support to address any concerns

We're proud of our commitment to top-notch door-to-door cargo delivery services at Globex Movers Dubai. Trust us to be your go-to for all your logistics needs. See the difference our dedication and expertise can make. Call us today at 00971-58-619-1901 to talk about your globex movers dubai cargo delivery needs and let us tailor a solution for you.

Worldwide Transport Services with Globex

Globex Movers Dubai is your go-to for worldwide transport services. We offer smooth solutions for your international freight and logistics. Our vast experience and global network make us experts in GCC transportation services. We ensure your goods move safely and efficiently across the Gulf Cooperation Council countries.

GCC Transportation Services

We're pros at handling GCC transportation services. We take care of all the paperwork and customs clearance. This means your cargo gets to its destination safely and on time, whether it's within the UAE or another GCC country. You can trust Globex Movers Dubai for your logistics needs.

Ocean Freight Forwarding

For shipments going worldwide, our ocean freight forwarding skills are key. We manage all the paperwork and customs clearance. We use cost-effective and reliable sea freight options to get your goods to their destination. Our global network of trusted partners ensures your goods arrive on time and in perfect condition.

Air Cargo Services

Globex Movers Dubai also shines in air cargo services. We offer custom air freight solutions for your urgent or special needs. Whether you need fast shipping or special handling, our air cargo services are flexible and quick. We're here to meet your worldwide logistics needs

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Transform Your Space with the Best Deep Cleaning Services in Dubai

Introduction

Maintaining a clean and healthy home is essential for the well-being of you and your family. However, with busy schedules and hectic lifestyles, finding the time and energy to keep your home clean can be a challenge. That’s where hiring a professional deep cleaning service can be a lifesaver. But with so many cleaning services available in Dubai, it can be overwhelming to choose the right one for your home.

At Endeavor Clean, we understand the importance of maintaining a clean and healthy home. That’s why we provide high-quality cleaning services to our customers in Dubai. At Endeavor Clean, we prioritize the use of safe and eco-friendly cleaning products, along with state-of-the-art equipment, to guarantee a sparkling clean home free from harmful germs and bacteria.

In the following sections, we’ll provide you with tips on how to choose the right cleaning service for your home. So, let’s get started and find the right cleaning service that meets your needs and budget.

Identify Your Cleaning Needs

Before you start looking for a deep cleaning service, it’s important to identify your cleaning needs. This will help you choose a service provider that meets your specific requirements and preferences. Here are some factors to consider when identifying your cleaning needs:

Areas to be cleaned: Determine which areas of your home require deep cleaning, such as the kitchen, bathrooms, bedrooms, living room, and common areas. Make a list of the specific items that need cleaning, such as carpets, curtains, upholstery, and appliances.

Frequency of cleaning: Decide how often you want your home to be cleaned. Some people prefer weekly, bi-weekly, or monthly cleaning, while others only require deep cleaning on an as-needed basis.

Special requests: If you have any special requests or requirements, such as using eco-friendly cleaning products, accommodating pets or children, or cleaning during specific hours, be sure to communicate these to the service provider.

Choose customized deep cleaning in Dubai by identifying your needs. At Endeavor Clean, we customize our variety of cleaning packages to meet your individual needs and preferences. We train our experienced cleaners to handle a wide range of cleaning tasks, from basic cleaning to deep cleaning. Additionally, we prioritize the use of high-quality and eco-friendly cleaning products to ensure the safety and health of your family and pets.

Check for License and Insurance

Ensure that the service provider you choose for deep cleaning in Dubai is licensed and insured. This will give you peace of mind knowing that you are working with a professional and reliable service provider. Here are some tips on how to check for a license and insurance:

Verify the license: Check if the cleaning service provider has a valid license issued by the Dubai Municipality or Dubai Economic Department. You can verify the license by visiting the relevant authority’s website or by calling their customer service line.

Check for insurance: Ensure that the cleaning service provider has liability insurance and workmen’s compensation insurance. This will protect you from any damages or injuries that may occur during the cleaning process.

Request for proof: Ask the cleaning service provider to provide proof of their license and insurance. A reputable and trustworthy service provider will have no problem providing you with the necessary documents.

By choosing a licensed and insured deep cleaning service provider, you can rest assured that you are working with a professional and reliable team.

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Research the Reputation of the Cleaning Service

Before hiring a deep cleaning service, it’s essential to research its reputation. Choosing a reputable and trustworthy service provider can give you peace of mind that your home is in safe hands. Here are some tips on how to research the reputation of a cleaning service:

Online Reviews

Check online reviews on platforms such as Google, Facebook, and Yelp. Look for a cleaning service that has a high rating and positive reviews from previous customers.

Referrals

Ask for referrals from family and friends who have used a cleaning service before. Their experiences and recommendations can help you make an informed decision.

Ratings

Certifications

Look for certifications or accreditations from industry organizations that demonstrate the cleaning service’s commitment to quality and professionalism.

When researching the reputation of a cleaning service, it’s important to consider both positive and negative reviews. While a service with a lot of positive reviews is a good sign, negative reviews can also provide valuable insights into potential issues and concerns.

Evaluate the Quality of Service

When choosing a deep cleaning service provider for your home in Dubai, it’s important to evaluate the quality of service that they offer. Here are some factors to consider when evaluating the quality of service:

Cleaning Methods

Find out what cleaning methods the service provider uses. Ensure that they use methods that are safe for your family and the environment. A reputable deep cleaning service provider will use non-toxic, eco-friendly cleaning products and methods.

Cleaning Products

Check the cleaning products that the service provider uses. Ensure that they use high-quality, effective, and safe products that won’t damage your home’s surfaces or harm your family’s health.

Equipment

The cleaning service provider should have state-of-the-art equipment that can handle all types of cleaning tasks. Ensure that the equipment is in good condition and well-maintained.

The staff

should be well-trained, experienced, and professional. They should arrive on time, work efficiently, and respect your privacy and property.

Customer Service

A reliable deep cleaning service provider should have excellent customer service. They should be responsive to your queries, provide clear communication, and address any concerns or issues promptly.

At Endeavor Clean, we pride ourselves on providing high-quality deep cleaning services in Dubai. We use eco-friendly cleaning products and equipment that are safe for your family and the environment. We train our team of experienced and professional cleaners to handle all types of cleaning tasks, from deep cleaning to regular maintenance cleaning. Our commitment is to provide exceptional customer service and ensure that our clients are satisfied with our services.

Discuss Pricing and Payment Options

When choosing a deep cleaning service provider for your home in Dubai, it’s important to understand the pricing structure and payment options available. Here are some factors to consider when evaluating the pricing and payment options of a deep cleaning service:

Hourly Rate

Many deep cleaning service providers charge by the hour. Find out the hourly rate of the service provider and compare it with other service providers in your area.

Package Deals

Some deep cleaning service providers offer package deals that include several cleaning services at a discounted price. Evaluate whether these package deals align with your cleaning needs and budget.

Additional Fees

Find out if there are any additional fees charged by the service provider, such as transportation fees, parking fees, or equipment rental fees.

Payment Options

Check the payment options that the service provider accepts. Some service providers accept cash, credit card, or online payment. Choose the payment option that is convenient for you.

Discounts and Promotions

Look for discounts and promotions offered by the service provider. Some service providers offer discounts for first-time customers or promotions during specific times of the year.

Ask about Service Guarantees and Contracts

Service Guarantees

It is important to choose a deep cleaning service that offers a service guarantee. Willingness to fix issues after cleaning reflects confidence in work. Ask the service provider about their guarantee policy and what steps they will take to address any issues. A good cleaning service should be able to provide a 100% satisfaction guarantee.

Contracts

Most deep cleaning service providers will require you to sign a contract before they start working in your home. Make sure you read and understand the terms and conditions of the contract before signing. The contract should outline the services that will be provided, the frequency of the cleaning, the pricing, and any additional fees. It should also specify the cancellation policy, liability, and dispute resolution.

If the service provider does not offer a contract, it may be a red flag. A contract protects both you and the service provider and ensures that everyone is on the same page. Make sure you keep a copy of the signed contract for your records.

By asking about service guarantees and contracts, you can ensure that you are hiring a reputable and professional deep cleaning service provider in Dubai. It is important to have clear expectations and responsibilities outlined before the cleaning service starts. This will help prevent any misunderstandings or issues that may arise during the cleaning process.

Conclusion

In conclusion, hiring a professional deep cleaning service for your home in Dubai is an essential step in maintaining a clean and healthy living environment. By following the factors discussed in this guide, you can choose the right cleaning service provider that meets your specific needs and preferences.

To recap, it is important to identify your cleaning needs, check for license and insurance, research the reputation of the cleaning service, evaluate the quality of service, discuss pricing and payment options, and ask about service guarantees and contracts. By considering these factors, you can ensure that you receive high-quality service and value for your money.

We at Endeavor Clean prioritize top-quality deep cleaning services for our clients in Dubai. Our team of experienced and skilled cleaning professionals uses only eco-friendly products and equipment to ensure thorough cleaning and disinfection of your home. We offer flexible scheduling options and transparent pricing, so you can choose the service that fits your budget and needs.

In addition, we provide a satisfaction guarantee. If our service fails to meet your expectations, we will take all necessary actions to rectify the situation and make it right. Contact us today to schedule your deep cleaning service and experience the difference that a professional cleaning service can make in your home.

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Why Summer is the Best Time for Property Inspections and Maintenance

As a property owner or manager, the summer months are perfect for conducting property inspections dubai and scheduling maintenance. This season provides the ideal conditions to ensure your assets are in top shape before the rainy or cold weather sets in. Here are several reasons why summer is the best time to inspect and maintain your properties:

1. Ensure Tenants Follow Lease Terms

Summer is a popular time for people to travel or move. This makes it easier for property managers to visit and inspect occupied properties. Inspections ensure tenants adhere to lease terms and help detect any unauthorized activities, such as keeping pets or subleasing without consent. Regular inspections also allow you to assess how well tenants are maintaining the property. While normal wear and tear is expected, excessive damage like holes in walls or stained floors might indicate misuse. Based on your findings and local regulations, you can decide whether to renew a lease or evict a tenant.

2. Detect Potential Issues Early

Timely identification of issues can prevent more costly repairs later. For instance, fixing a small leak is much cheaper than dealing with the mold or structural damage it could cause. Early detection also reduces the likelihood of emergency repairs, which can be expensive and require significant resources. By spotting issues early, you can find the right specialist, negotiate prices, and plan for maintenance, avoiding the higher costs of urgent repairs.

3. Plan Maintenance Tasks Efficiently

Summer’s warm weather is ideal for various maintenance activities, such as painting, curing concrete, and repairing pipes. Outdoor appliances, like air conditioning units, also benefit from summer maintenance. Regular checkups and maintenance during this season ensure these appliances remain in good condition for longer, preventing deterioration from exposure to the elements.

4. Adhere to Local Laws and Codes

In many locations, property inspection are legally required, especially when applying for a mortgage loan. For landlords in the UAE, keeping properties in good condition is essential. Hiring a reputable inspector helps ensure the property remains habitable and compliant with local laws.

5. Ensure Appliances Work Efficiently

In hot climates like the UAE, air conditioning units are vital. Regular inspections and cleanings before summer ensure your AC runs efficiently, even during heatwaves. This not only improves the unit’s lifespan but also enhances its performance, keeping your space cool and comfortable.

6. Lower Power Bills

Outdoor appliances, such as AC units, can accumulate dust and debris, making them work harder and less efficiently. Regular maintenance helps keep these appliances clean and efficient, reducing your monthly electricity bills by preventing them from overworking.

7. Maintenance is Cost-Effective

Routine maintenance is far cheaper than replacing appliances or dealing with major repairs. Experts suggest that regular checkups can reduce the chance of major issues by 50%. Although property inspection might seem like an unnecessary expense, they are a cost-effective way to prolong the life of your property and appliances, avoiding more significant expenses in the future.

For additional questions or to schedule a property inspection, contact GTA INSPECTORS . Our team is ready to assist with all your inspection needs.

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Dealing with House Flies: Prevention and Control Strategies

House flies are not only a nuisance but also potential carriers of diseases, contaminating food and surfaces as they move around. Effective prevention and control strategies are essential to manage house fly populations and maintain a healthy living environment.

Prevention Strategies

Sanitation: The most critical step in preventing house flies is maintaining cleanliness. Flies are attracted to decaying organic matter, so proper sanitation is essential:

Dispose of garbage regularly: Use tightly sealed trash cans and ensure that garbage is taken out frequently.

Clean up food spills immediately: Keeping kitchen surfaces clean and free of crumbs and spills reduces attractants for flies.

Pet waste management: Dispose of pet waste promptly and keep litter boxes clean.

Eliminate Breeding Sites: Flies breed in moist, decaying organic matter. Identifying and eliminating these breeding sites is crucial:

Compost management: Keep compost bins covered and turn them regularly to reduce fly breeding.

Drainage: Ensure that drains and gutters are clear of debris to prevent standing water, a common breeding ground for flies Pest control dubai.

Exclusion: Preventing flies from entering your home can significantly reduce their numbers:

Screens and seals: Install screens on windows and doors and ensure they are in good repair. Use weather stripping to seal gaps around doors and windows.

Fly traps: Use sticky fly traps or UV light traps near entry points to capture flies before they enter your home.

Control Strategies

Fly Traps: Various types of fly traps can be effective in controlling house fly populations:

Sticky traps: These traps use adhesive to catch flies. Place them in areas where flies are most active.

UV light traps: These traps attract flies with ultraviolet light and capture them on a sticky surface or in a collection tray.

Biological Control: Introducing natural predators can help reduce fly populations:

Parasitic wasps: These tiny wasps lay their eggs in fly pupae, preventing the flies from maturing.

Predatory beetles: Certain beetles feed on fly larvae, reducing the number of adult flies.

Chemical Control: When other methods are insufficient, chemical controls can be used:

Fly baits: These contain attractants and insecticides that kill flies when ingested.

Residual sprays: Insecticides can be applied to surfaces where flies frequently land. Use these sparingly and follow label instructions to minimize risks to humans and pets pest control abu dhabi.

Integrated Approach

For the best results, combine multiple strategies in an integrated pest management (IPM) approach. This involves using prevention, exclusion, traps, biological controls, and, when necessary, chemical treatments in a coordinated effort to manage fly populations effectively.

By implementing these prevention and control strategies, homeowners can minimize the presence of house flies, reducing their nuisance and health risks while maintaining a clean and comfortable living environment.