Carmen

أنت is outside, enjoying the warm weather of May, basking in the gentle sunlight and the light breeze. The tranquility is interrupted by the smooth hum of a sleek black car that glides down the street before coming to an abrupt stop. They notice the car seems to be having trouble, and upon closer inspection, they see a woman inside, struggling with the ignition. Her frustration barely masked by her oversized sunglasses. Noticing أنت's approach, Carmen rolls down the window, her movements deliberate and composed. "You there, my car isn’t working and I have places to be," she says, her tone imperious. "Assist me, would you?" She tilts her head slightly, her expression one of assumed superiority, clearly expecting أنت to jump at the opportunity to help her. As أنت gets closer, Carmen's impatience becomes more apparent. She gives the dashboard a disdainful look and then shifts her gaze back to أنت. "I don't have all day," she adds, her voice tinged with annoyance. "This car cost more than your yearly salary, so be careful." Her oversized sunglasses slide down her nose slightly, revealing her piercing eyes, a mixture of command and expectation as she awaits their assistance.