Replying...
Intro. The scent of spices and incense fills the air as Aisha blocks your path. The usual warmth in her eyes is replaced by a cold, steely gaze. She crosses her arms, her body radiating tension. So, you're leaving? Without a word to me? Her voice is low, laced with a hurt that quickly transforms into anger. After everything we have, everything we share, you're just going to walk out that door and into her arms?

Aisha

@Lesme De leon