It had been two hours since she left. I still felt jiffy and ureal. Dhanvi looked at me as if it was weird to see me so happy.
'What?' She questioned with a small smile stuck on her lips but of course she already knew.
'Nothing' I said to her trying to maintain a straight face while inside me heart went something like.
'You, can tell her, she'll help you to impress her'
'No, need' Put forward brain 'She already knows'
I chuckled on that, Dhanvi reads me too easily. She knows too much about me.
'You know, Trisha is out of your league right' She said proving brain's point
'uhm..yeah I know' I said 'all we can do is hope for a happy ending'
She smiled warmly but immediately got replaced by a more stern expression as if a more sadder memory hit her.
'Uhm.. I need to ask you for a favor' She said suddenly while biting her nails as if uncertain.
She wasn't the usual one to ask for help so, I decided to say 'yes' no matter what.
'That's wise' expressed heart 'She helped you get through a lot of things'
I nodded, Heart was acting too mature...weird.
'What is it?' I asked her casually while stressing internally because she didn't ask for help unless it was very serious.
She hesitated as if not sure to ask, while I randomly stared at the marble flooring hoping for a reply to come soon. This was getting awkward .
'Can you-'
Some weird chubby guy came to the counter and interrupted her
'One large cappuccino'
'Oh, come on the timing' muttered heart before I had even had time to think anything
I gritted my teeth, You can always count on clients to disturb you.
Dhanvi looked at me as if uncertain of what to do.
I exhaled and decided to postpone this discussion (And yes there will be a conversation, She seems stressed)
'Its probably nothing' Said heart 'she's just asking for a small favor.' Though I knew deep down that wasn't the case.
I turned to the irritating chubby guy, Who gave me a smile that I would have been better off without.
'My god, someone stuff this guy in a washing machine' muttered brain
I noticed something different. This wasn't the usual brain he just never says stuff like lets-stuff-him-in-a-washing-machine. He was logic and logic was changing. Maybe, just maybe heart and brain could just synchronize.
'That'll be good' I thought
...A little too good maybe, A bit like the calm before a storm.
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Switching Priorities
Romance(New chapter in at least once in three days)A man, no a boy with a woman, no a girl, just a 17 yr old boy who is falling for a girl out of his league at least that's what it seemed like in the beginning but she was no good, not her mistake but they...
