One Indian Girl(98)

‘Brijesh, would you like to come to the Arijit Singh concert with me?’ I said, my heart beating fast. I had to be prepared for any response, including a bitter, biting rejection.

‘Of course, that is what I meant. You will be helping me with the business, so we could go together to the concert later, right?’ he said.

‘I would love that. To go to the concert with you,’ I said.

‘Yeah, I would love to spend more time with you too.’

Our eyes met again, this time for longer. He took another sip of his coffee. It created an even bigger foam moustache. He also had some foam stuck to the tip of his nose. I showed him his face in my phone’s camera again. He smiled. I smiled. We looked at each other for a few seconds. Then we laughed. And then we laughed some more.