Page 94 of You Had Me At Annyeong!
‘Oh, haan, yes, so, um, the thing is, um, um …’
Timira is turning progressively redder and her smile brighter.
‘Why are you hesitating so much?Ab kya kar diya tooney, paagal?’
‘Shut up, Bhaskar. Timira, no more stalling. SPILL!’
‘Yeah, so, um, last night I hung out with my boss.’
‘What’s “hung out” supposed to mean? Were there others or just the two of you?’
‘Just us.’
‘So, it was a date!’
‘Er, not exactly …’
‘Who suggested it?’ Alice is impatient and excited.
‘I did, but not like a “date” date. That wasn’t my intention!’
‘Yeah, sure it wasn’t, you little minx! I see you are taking control. Good for you, girl! So, what happened?’
Timira thinks a little about where to start from—if she should be very detailed, or which parts she could skip, and ultimately decides to start with the climax.
‘He kissed me.’
‘WHAAAAAAATTTT?!’
Bhaskar rolls his eyes, mutters ‘ugh’ under his breath and fakes a yawn. Alice’s eyes shine with excitement as she relishes the thought of what’s about to follow.
‘Tell me EVERYTHING!’ she orders Timira, who is only too happy to oblige, needing absolutely no coaxing.
‘Your mum will be ecstatic to know her child is dating a chaebol heir. Hell, even my mum will be thrilled!’ Alice finally speaks after Timira is done narrating in great detail the incident from the previous night.
‘We are not dating,’ Timira replies in a small voice.
I don’t think we are. I wish we were, though. Are we? I guess it is something so in a way we are. Good grief, why couldn’t this be a little simpler?
‘Yeah, sure. Whatevvs. You’re in a situationship, fine?’
Think I prefer dating. Situationship sounds kinda ugh. Timira wrinkles her nose but doesn’t say anything.
Alice has more questions.
‘Did you guys speak about Bali?’
‘We did. Well, I mean, I brought it up, but he doesn’t seem to remember much …’ Timira’s voice trails off.
‘Jhooth bol raha hai tera boss!’ Bhaskar yells in the background.
‘Shut up, Bhaskar! Tim, really? He doesn’t remember you?’
‘He sort of does but also doesn’t. I don’t know, maybe he’s also forgotten like I did.’ Timira doesn’t sound very convinced about the plausibility of this explanation, though.
‘YOU had an accident, you fool! He did not break his head. What sort of a man makes out with a woman and forgets? I’m a man and believe me when I tell you idiots that no man forgets. What do you think our locker room chats are all about? He is lying through his bleached, pearly-white teeth!’
‘He has no reason to lie …’
