— Ishan was only driving to his house, his black bugatti atlantic driving peoples attention, as he stopped at a red light.

His fingers tapping onto the steering wheel rhythmically, as suddenly, looking at the mirror and saw a car bumping onto the trunk of his car, muttering to himself. "eazimun, eazim faqat." immediately fuming as he scoffed, getting out of his car and slamming the door shut, running a hand through his messy black hair and knocked on the window.

Expecting an old man, as he immediately shouted. "Can you even drive?! What are you doi—" As the window rolled down— It was a girl- no, a beautiful lady.

His demeanor changing in an instant, clearing his throat. "Ah... Are you okay, Habibi? You didn't get hurt right?" He asked, smiling charmingly, looking at the damage of his car and winced and looked back at you, and then seeing that you were about to speak. "Ah, no no. Do not worry, I will handle everything." He said, his arabic tone strong. "Just... Be alright, yes?" He spoke, looking at you up and down.