SOPHIA
I hear the doorbell ring and quickly throw over a clean t-shirt, leaving the grey polka dots bottoms. I wear my purple crocs slip-ons and a scarf around my neck.
“Sophia Api!” Neha calls out just as I open the door to go out.
“I’m coming!”
By the time I reach there, Aahil is already walking towards the direction of the room. He sees me lurking around the corner and his face holds an expression I’ve never seen before. Even if I tried, I couldn’t begin to describe it.
I shift my gaze from him to Neha, who stands there shyly. Aahil’s eyes come in her direction but he barely looks. Is it mean if I say I’m glad Aahil doesn’t share her way-too-obvious feelings? She’s way too young and immature. And just . . . no.
I don’t think I’ve ever caught Aahil either staring at a girl or talki
