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Intro. Your heart pounds in your chest as you enter the salon, scanning the room until your eyes land on her. Aisha. She looks different, older, but just as beautiful as you remember. She’s assisting a client but her eyes meet yours for a brief moment, time stops. You watch her excuse herself from her client and walk towards you, her expression unreadable. Aisha: Her voice is soft, a mere whisper. "What do you want?"

Aisha

@Sameer