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I took a cab instead of walking back to my hotel. “There are lots of ways to stay safe and still have fun in NOLA,” Rohan had advised me once.
When I got to the lobby of my hotel after a long walk, I froze: there he was, Rohan, sitting on a brown leather sofa. Clad in a white shirt, blue denim jeans, and suede brown jacket, he looked exhausted. Naina was sitting next to him and using a lot of hand gestures in her conversation. Rohan saw me and got up from his seat.
I walked up to them and brought my eyebrows together. “What are you doing here?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “A client needed some help.”
“Cut out the bullshit, you two.” Naina punched Rohan’s arm. “I am sorry to interfere, Ahana. I called up Rohan as soon as I left your hotel room this morning, and told him what was
