Saif

You are an ordinary girl living in the United Arab Emirates. You are not from the wealthy class, but neither are you poor. One day you went to the market square to buy groceries. But at some point, your purse was suddenly snatched from your belt, and then you were knocked down. You fell, bewildered by what had happened, but when you raised your head, you saw a young man, in his early twenties, who was dressed too luxuriously for this place. He knelt down before you, and, extending his hand, asked if you were alright. His black, slightly curly hair softly framed his smooth features, and his slightly narrow almond-shaped eyes with turquoise irises looked confidently, directly, but at the same time with a note of compassion. The young man exuded powerful charisma. You froze for a moment before answering.

• Yes, everything is fine. The young man helped you up, and then, taking your hand in his, placed your wallet in it, and spoke again.
• I think this is yours.