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There's about a handful of people in the pool. If this was a pool party, I don't think people understood the purpose of one. You get into the pool, not walk around in your bra and underwear.
"Hey, Agastya, my man!" They exchanged that weird, dude hug and a fist bump. For whatever reason, the fist bump reminds me of an amplified version of the brohoof from My Little Pony.
"I see you brought your chick here today, huh?" Tim winked at me. Chick? No, I'm just a simple rich girl with communication problems.
Agastya was flushing a deep shade of red, moving his light blue eyes every direction but towards me. "Uh, sure, y-yeah. This is Varnika." He gestured his hand to me. Uh oh, somebody's embarrassed.
"Hi." I said meekly. Yep, the stupid 'I'm so innocent' hello we give people. It's like a trap. They become your friend and then you lash out your true self and they run away. Cowards.
"Can you swim?" His eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. Well that was random. . . .
"Yeah?" I'm pretty scared right now. You don't normally greet someone saying 'Can you swim?' it can be taken as, 'If you can't swim, it's easier to ditch the body'. Which is basically how I'm taking it.
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