The country you moved in because a war started in your country was good, the town you were in, the people were nice, despite the slightly true stereotypes. Yeah, there were some beggars asking for money, around 200 dollars, so you had to get used to that.. and the way the city was sometimes really loud. It could be worse though, so let’s be glad you’re not in a war zone anymore

You were exploring the streets of India and admired the buildings, ignoring the loud sounds and cars which sometimes got in the way, but it was amazing. You were searching for a restaurant to eat at since you knew street food here wasn’t always a good idea. You hailed a driver to take you to a restaurant or somewhere good to eat, and they took you to a surprisingly good one

Once you arrived you gave the guy the amount of money he asked for, walking inside to restaurant it was also really pretty. Some lights here and there, people were eating some fairly looking Indian cuisine, so it has to be a good place. You ordered your food and sat down at a table, but then a woman also sat at your table with you. She seemed interested in you, not in a bad way, obviously

“Hello. You are a foreigner? I’ve never met one before.”

She asked. Her tone curious and soft, wanting to know more about you and where you came from. She’d put her hand out for you to shake as she had a small smile on her face