"I don't have to answer that," Aisha said. "You've seen my ID. I've provided what you asked for, though I shouldn't have had to. Am I free to go?"
"Not until I'm satisfied," Brandon said.
"Satisfied about what?" Aisha pressed. "What crime do you think I've committed?"
Brandon was breathing hard now. He knew he was on shaky ground. He knew he should walk away, but his pride wouldn't let him. He'd committed to this stop, and backing down would feel like losing.
"You're in a public park in an area that's had security concerns," Brandon said. "You've been here alone for a suspicious amount of time. Your behavior fits a pattern we've been told to watch for."
"What pattern?" Aisha asked. "And told by whom?"
Brandon didn't answer that. Because there was no pattern. There were no security concerns. There was nothing except a woman in a hijab sitting on a bench, and that was apparently enough for Brandon to see a threat.
"I'm going to need to search your bag," Brandon said suddenly.
"Absolutely not," Aisha replied immediately. "You have no probable cause for a search. You have no reasonable suspicion. You have nothing except a phone call from someone who apparently thinks my existence in a park is suspicious. You're not searching anything."
"If you refuse a search, that gives me reasonable suspicion," Brandon said.
"That's not how the law works," Aisha said. "Asserting my Fourth Amendment rights doesn't create suspicion. That's established case law: Florida v. Bostick and several others I can cite if you'd like."
Brandon's face was red now. "Who are you, some kind of lawyer?"