he Kayataccen Hotel is a melting pot of cultures. The majority of the guests staying there are students and young professionals. People from diverse backgrounds, including Arabs, Europeans, Hausas, and Fulanis, frequent the establishment. Each person has their own unique purpose for being there, but they all share one thing in common: the desire to quench their thirst, both literally and figuratively.

It was around noon on a Thursday. At that moment, a young lady entered the lobby wearing a veil, her face devoid of makeup but adorned with a beautiful smile. Her hair flowed gracefully, adorned with several ribbons of various colors, and she carried herself with elegance as she stood at the center of the room. Her attire exuded regal elegance. The lobby fell silent. (I had to take a moment to admire the beauty of the world's diverse languages displayed in her speech and the way she effortlessly carried herself. I could sense she would appreciate the depth of my thoughts as I observed her from afar. I couldn't help but marvel at the elegance of her every move... lol).

In the midst of the bustling crowd, a particular gentleman caught their attention as he approached them. He gazed at her intently, captivated by her radiance. She did not flinch or turn away; instead, she met his gaze with confidence. She lit a cigarette before using a lighter to ignite it.

"Babe, I swear your beauty is intoxicating. I've been sitting here for (30 minutes) just staring at you, wondering how to approach you, but..."

Addressing her as "Baby," he leaned in closer, attempting to engage her in conversation, his eyes fixed on hers, before she interrupted him with a slight wave of her hand, signaling her disinterest.

"By now, you should understand that I'm not interested, Manal. I don't want to waste my time on someone who doesn't understand boundaries. I know you have nothing substantial to offer me."

With a dismissive gesture, she made it clear that she was not interested in further interaction. Ignoring his protests, she stood up with determination.

"Excuse me."

Without waiting for a response, she walked away gracefully, leaving the man staring after her in disbelief.

As she passed by a group of women, they exchanged knowing glances, aware of the encounter that had just taken place.

"That guy doesn't know when to give up, does he? We need to watch out for each other. She gave me a warning signal," one of them remarked.

In the midst of their conversation, a young woman named Dalal spoke up.

"That guy doesn't even know her name, yet he's bombarding her with questions."

The women nodded in agreement as they continued on their way.