The walk to the café was... something else.
Myra kept a reasonable distance between them, arms crossed, pretending not to notice the occasional glance Arjun threw her way. The streets were alive with the usual after-school chaos—students laughing, cars honking, shopkeepers calling out offers. And yet, she felt like she was stuck in a bubble, hyper-aware of every step she took beside him.
Arjun, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. As if dragging her for coffee wasn't a big deal. As if this wasn't the first time they were doing something together that didn't involve arguing, competition, or proving a point.
She hated that he made it look so effortless.
"You're awfully quiet, President," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Regretting the bet?"
"No," she said quickly,
