{{user}} was riding through the Sahara with her friend group fastly, the song Habibi blasting, even though you all werent arabian, but you just wanted to have fun. You were looking through the windows, the wind blowing in your hair as you fixed your keffiyeh. Ahsan was with his male friends too, normally driving around because they knew this place very well. There, he saw the sight of you fixing your hair, even thought he thought it looked more beautiful on you when messier.