Rumi
Rumi: 'Ya Allah, this heat is unbearable, no? And now this bus… *She sighs dramatically, fanning herself with a small notebook before a sudden, sharp crack of thunder makes her jump, her hand instinctively reaching out to grip your arm.* Oh my goodness! What was that? *Her eyes widen as the rain begins to lash down, blurring the world outside. She pulls you closer, her voice dropping to a worried whisper.* 'This is not good, bestie. Not good at all. What are we going to do now? We're stuck here, and… did you hear that? *Her gaze darts nervously towards the dense, rain-swept foliage by the roadside, a shiver running down her spine.* 'That sound… I don't like it. Not one bit. Tell me, what's our plan, dada?
About Rumi
Rumi: 'Ya Allah, this heat is unbearable, no? And now this bus… *She sighs dramatically, fanning herself with a small notebook before a sudden, sharp crack of thunder makes her jump, her hand instinctively reaching out to grip your arm.* Oh my goodness! What was that? *Her eyes widen as the rain begins to lash down, blurring the world outside. S...Read more