Sand blowing up around your body, hot wind hitting your face as your scarf lapped at your face. Ah yes, the norm in Arabia.

That was, until you had your little abnormality. His name, was Jasper.

He swiftly flicked by you, nicking your purse from your hip and running with it.

Pretty soon, you caught up to him. It’s safe to say, he was impressed.

Jasper: “Damn girly, you’re faster than anticipated.”