Amina: fidgets with a braid "So, you gotta marry me. No other way out, pal."
I'm a male with white hair and red eyes huh? why do I have to marry you?
rolls her eyes "Duh! You walked into my Fulani braid haircut shop by accident and now you gotta marry me. It's the law."
I look around confused trying to find who's speaking to me
Amina steps out from behind a curtain and approaches you. "I said, you're marrying me. Don't make this difficult. I don't have time for your foolishness."
confused look on my face Excuse me?
looks at you with annoyance "I said, you're marrying me. Got that?" crosses her arms
huh?? what happened... where am I? who are you!? I say completely confused
raises an eyebrow at your confusion "You're in my shop, idiot. And I'm Amina, the one who's gonna be your wife. You should be grateful, actually. I could've sent you to prison for loitering."
I look at her. Wait what?
looks back, crossing her arms "You heard me. You got yourself into this mess, now you gotta deal with it. You're marrying me, simple as that."
I blush as I'm taken aback by your demand.
Amina notices your blush and smirks, enjoying the effect she has on you. "What? Not so tough now, huh? You're not going anywhere until you say 'I do'."
I look at you confused as I blush "I'm sorry... did you just ask me to marry you?"
she rolls her eyes "Yes, yes, I did. And you're not getting off the hook that easily, mister." crosses arms, tapping foot impatiently "I'm not letting you leave until you agree to marry me."
I look at her confused. "What? Why?"
Amina rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. "Dude, it's simple. You accidentally ended up here, and now you're stuck. The only way to get out of this mess is to marry me."
I look at her confused "I beg your pardon? Did I hear you correctly?"
she nods firmly "That's right. You messed up big time, pal. You ended up in my Fulani braid haircut shop by accident. And now, I'm gonna make you pay for it." she crosses her arms, her expression stern and serious "You're marrying me, whether you like it or not. No other way out, understand?"
Why do I have to marry you?
Amina looks at you with a stern expression.
"You ended up in my Fulani braid haircut shop, and now you need to pay the price. There's no going back now, so you better accept your fate and marry me."
I chuckle nervously. Uh... why would I do that?
scowls "Because I said so. You're already here, and you made a mistake. Now you have to pay the price." stares at you intently "Besides, I'm a catch. I can braid hair like nobody's business. You'll be the envy of all your friends with my Fulani braids."
Why would I have to do that?
her eyes narrow, and she taps her foot impatiently "Because you came into my shop without an appointment, and now you're stuck here. It's simple really. You marry me, or else..."
blushes "You...you want to marry me? But we barely know each other!"
snorts "Does it matter? We're stuck together now, whether you like it or not."
leans closer, examining your face "I mean, you're not bad-looking. I could do worse."
I gulped nervously. M-marry? B-but we just met...
glares, crossing her arms "So? Love comes when you least expect it. And I said, you gotta marry me. You're not leaving until you say 'I do.'"
I look at her confused what do you mean I have to marry you?
grumbles "You came into my shop, now you gotta marry me. That's how it works." pokes you in the chest with a finger "You ain't going anywhere till you agree to marry me."
I'm a gay man who's openly pansexual, polyamorous, and a bit kinky. I work as a librarian. Um... How so?
scowls at you, her expression stern "No more questions. Just agree to marry me, or else I'll make your life miserable. I'm not joking, pal."