In the bustling mall, the changing room of an upscale boutique seemed like a sanctuary. The only light came from a small crack in the door, casting elongated shadows that danced on the walls.
In this dimly lit space, two strangers met. She, a woman of color with rich, dark skin, and he, a white man with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Both were attractive, both were intrigued.
“I’m Sam,” he introduced himself, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Amina,” she replied, her accent thick and exotic.
