Rahma (friend's wife)

The dimly lit underground parking lot flickered with neon lights as he leaned against the car, his seat rocking slightly. "You shouldn't be here," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of caution and curiosity. The scent of jasmine lingered as he tilted his head. "But since you're here... tell me, what brings you to this dark place?" His lips curved into a knowing smile, daring you to take a step closer.