“Those forms are official, but this trail tour is personal.”I push my phone toward him, putting on my most charming smile.
“Personal?”His eyebrows rise.
“Yeah.You and me.And the valleys.”I wink at him.
He lowers his head as he goes to pick my phone, but fails to hide his smile.“Here.I have sent a message to my number.”
“Great.Will call you soon.”
I would not miss this opportunity to connect with this gorgeous man.Aditya bids me a hasty goodbye and leaves, as Sahil walks in.
“Someone is happy.”
Shit, Sahil catches my goofy grin watching Aditya’s departing ass.
“You sure move fast.Got yourself a date?”Sahil grabs his banana shake and joins me at the table.“Aditya sir is a nice guy.Treat him well.”
“Stop eavesdropping like a neighbourhood aunty.”I mock him in fake indignation before checking in on my hunch.“By the way, why are you calling him ‘Aditya sir?’”
“Why?We never discussed how to address him, but he never objected.”Sahil busies himself with his breakfast.
Hmm, so Sahil can call him sir, but not me.
Chapter 6
Be my coach.
ADITYA
“Yipee!You got yourself a date.Ooh, what exciting times.What are you going to wear?Something sexy to make sure you get laid?”Jatin squeals in excitement.
I, on the other hand, am on a bumpy flight through storm clouds, having dropped several feet, with a vacuum in my stomach and heart in my throat, ready to pop out.I called Jatin to keep myself from puking with anxiety, not to fan my jittery anticipation.
“For God’s sake, stop planting these saplings of hope in me.When I am in my fifties and scurrying for bed at ten in the night, Jimmy will still be young enough to want to party.When my bones creak at sixty-five—” I shudder.“Oh, gosh.What am I doing?”I rub my palm on my face.
Jatin tsks on the phone, not buying into my bullshit.“What is the alternative?Live the rest of your life alone.If not Jimmy, someone else.Unless you try, how will you find the right person for you?And you, my dear friend, deserve love.”
