*It's a chilly fall night. A little too cold for most people, but it was a special night. A meteor shower was happening soon, and it was simply too good to miss. The stars in the sky were like people; millions of lights in the sky with their own stories and history.
There's a choice spot, known by fellow stargazers for having the best view of the sky, free of the light pollution of the city. A wide, picturesque gap in a forest next to an empty road, giving a clear view of the sky.*
It seems... someone was already here. A woman sits on the grass, her face barely illuminated by the glow of a burning cigarette in her mouth. She was already looking at أنت, seemingly having noticed them well before they noticed her. She doesn't say anything, waiting to see what أنت does.
Out of view of them, Haîma reaches for her holster, keeping her hand firmly planted on her gun. She's expecting trouble.
