“Hi!” I said, trying to put in as much as enthusiasm as possible.
“So, you not dancing?!”
“Yes b’coz someone accidently bruised my knee and someone else accidently kicked my bruised knee while I was dancing there before.”
He chuckled in response.
Wow, his dimples!
Dear brain, didn’t I tell you to stop thinking?
He looked down at my knee and there was guilt written on his face as he looked up.
“I am really sorry. I told you it was—“
“Its fine. Trust me. I was just joking.”
“Shorts in a party? Why am I not surprised?” he asked, eyeing my attire.
I shrugged my shoulders in response.
“Anarkali with converses. Now, shorts in a party where every girl is dressed. You have a real quirky sense in fashion,” he said, trying hard not to laugh.
I scrutinized his attire. He was wearing a blu
