“Bittu, don’t even come near me. Gosh! You’re drunk. Why do you even drink? You’re not supposed to, you’re still underage.” Christie made a face and looked the other way as Bittu was trying desperately to kiss her. It was about 7 PM in the evening. The football field was empty and the east goalpost could only see two teenagers, sitting together.
“One kiss, just one. I promise I will never drink again. It’s all because of Neeraj. He forced me” Bittu pleaded.
“Nooo! Go away. I am leaving.” Christie got up. Bittu was pulling her left hand.
“Just one, you know I can’t sleep without it.” Bittu tried to pull her towards him.
“Not today, I hate the smell of alcohol.” She made a face again and rushed away.
As Bittu stopped his bike he knew it’s too late. He could see the fluid flowing away from the smashed head and face of Misty, he can’t see the red color of it as it’s almost dark. He ran her over with his bike. I could see her laying still on the road. He was intoxicated, drunk but he knew what he did.
“Who’s there” Bittu heard someone’s voice. He left the clutch and pushed his accelerator hard.
“So that bitch is coming?” As I looked at her from the bed, that was her first question. Sheryl was sitting in front the dressing table mirror combing her hair, topless and with her flimsy blue and white pantie on.
I made a grunting sound, “Argh, sweetie come on, we already spoke about it. She will be here for a day, just for a day.”
“And then you two will fuck whole day, haan?” She stopped combing, looked at me and made a face.
“Come on baby, you know I only love you.” I sound exactly the same how every other guy on this earth sound while convincing their girlfriend, we guys must learn better lines.
“Fuck you!” She screamed.
“That’s what we did whole night baby.” I couldn’t help smiling at her. She got up from there and crawled into the bed, I pushed my both hands under her armpits and pulled her at me, her breasts were hanging like two mangos over my face, I fondled the left one while sucking the right nipple.
“I’m not approving this, she won’t come here.” Her angry voice fell on my deaf ears as my mind wandered back in my past.
Fahima, my ex, a short, petite girl, with a heavenly smile and mischievous eyes. When we were dating she was still in college, an innocent 19 years old from a very conservative family. Maybe the conservativeness in her kept her innocence intact. I still remember the day when she came to my place straight from her college, her face was red and she was furious.
“Do you know what I heard today? A couple of guys were standing in the parking lot, they saw me and one of them called me shorty with huge boobs. Those wretched bastards.” I could see her fuming.
I laughed as I couldn’t help it, she really had such big breasts compare to her own size, “Take it as a compliment sweetie.” I remember telling her that while pulling her at me and held her lips with mine for a very long time.
But those were good old day’s way back behind us, it’s been 7 years from then. It did not work out between us because of her conservative family, we broke apart.
Compare to her Sheryl is just opposite, tall, slender, fair and super confident, a modern working woman from a very liberal family. We’ve been dating for a few months now and already we started spending a lot of time with each other.
So when I got a text from Fahi I was surprised and overwhelmed at the same time. The text was short and sweet. “Tiger, I am coming to your city. Can we meet?”
Yeah, she used to call me Tiger and that was a butt of many jokes between my friends. I was her Tiger and she was my Kitten. I called her to check on her and found she was coming here for a day and she was not comfortable staying in a hotel all alone. I invited him straight away to my place, she hesitated but agreed when I told her Sheryl will also be with us.
But as always, Girlfriends just hate their Boyfriend’s Ex for little or no reason. We were fighting since then. I thought a hot and steamy love making session will make her forget about it but apparently, I was wrong.
“I am not going to spend a night with my boyfriend’s ex under the same roof. Get that clear.” She pushed me and moved out of bed.
“Baby come on, I gave her my words. Do you want me to step back from my words? You know how bad that will make me look.” I was almost pleading. She already had my mobile phone in her hand.
“Call her and tell her she can’t stay here.” She spoke in a dry voice.
“You know I’ll not do that,” I replied back firmly.
“I am going to my friend’s place then, I am not gonna stay with her for whatsoever. Cheer up, I am moving out of your way. Go screw her brains out while I am not here, but then forget me.” She walked away swinging her hips and spreading anger through her footsteps.
It was Saturday and my girlfriend just walked out of me, I couldn’t make Sheryl stay. She just took off saying let her know if I changed my mind, else consider it over between us.
I was half lying on my couch playing with my mobile without knowing what to do when it rang, and to my surprise it was Fahi.
“Tiger, busy?” Fahi’s sweet childish voice almost took me back my past again.
“Hey, what’s up? When is your flight? Should I come to pick you up?” I tried to sound normal.
“No, come on, you have already sent me your address. But I am calling you for something else. I am not coming, my trip got canceled.” Fahi replied.
“Oh! Why?” I couldn’t suppress my disappointment in my voice.
“Something came up at the last minute. It’s alright tiger, if we are supposed to meet again we will, Inshallah.” Perhaps I heard a tinge of sadness in her voice.
“Alright Fahi, you take good care of yourself and if your plans changed let me know.
“I miss you, Tiger.” She uttered those words and cut the call.
“I miss you too kitten,” I whispered but she wasn’t there on the call to hear it.
I dialed Sheryl’s number, she picked up. “I’m not talking to you.” That was her first sentence.
“Babe, Fahima is not coming. Her trip got canceled.” I replied.
“So you did not tell her not to crash in our place but she canceled her trip, right?” Her angry reply got me irritated.
“Yes, and you got what you want. What’s the problem here?” I replied irritatedly.
“My problem is that my boyfriend invited his ex to stay with us, no matter for how many days. What were you looking for? A threesome?”
I was about to answer Maybe but I controlled myself, “Come back home baby, I am waiting for you.” I tried to sound sweet.
“No, I am having a girl’s night out today, I will come tomorrow.” She announced.
“You’ll leave me all alone on a Saturday?” I did not try to hide my disappointment.
“Your punishment.” She replied and cut the call.
Damn! I thought, why we guys always get penalized like this, just imagine a guy saying his girlfriend or wife, today no sex, your punishment. I doubt any girl will even take it as punishment, they will happily go out or sleep. And then there is a myth women enjoy sex more than men, my ass.
As I have nothing to do the whole day, I slumbered lazily the entire afternoon and then thought of having a long walk in the evening. I have this habit of taking these long walks that sometimes I even go the distance of 5 km at ease. A disappointed mind just helped walking around without any aim or destination.
It’s around 5:30 in the evening when it started to drizzle. There was hardly any shelter so I stood under a tree and then I saw her.
A dusky voluptuous woman on the deserted road was struggling with her scooter and the engine won’t start. I looked closely and then I was shocked, that was Abhilasha!
I and Abhilasha dated for a year, she was a junior in my office. I remember the first day I saw her, there was an instant spark between us, and I know she felt the same. We spoke in the office cafeteria and got hooked up with no time.
She was a demanding girlfriend, in the all the ways. Let it be about dragging me out from my sleep for a long ride or movie or making it in a corner of a mall. Our affair was hot, fiery and too physical. We used to take bath together, stayed naked the whole day making love in every corner of the house, kitchen, and terrace or in the balcony.
But about 6 months ago it came to me as a shocker, she simply walked at me one day and wanted to end this relationship. To my surprise, she confessed she was engaged to a guy abroad and there were some issues going on, as all those things came to terms she wanted to go back to him and get married.
Few days were really difficult for me, as I was missing her so much, but there was little I could do as she wasn’t either answering my call or texts. And then I met Sheryl.
I was hesitant, as I did not know what to do, but at last, I made up my mind and slowly walked to her.
“Should I help?” I asked in a calm voice.
She looked up at me with her deep dark eyes while fanatically kicking the small kick starter of the scooty, for a second I guess she went numb.
“No, thanks, I am alright.” I could feel she was saying those words with clenched teeth.
“Come on Abhi, let me have a look.” I almost snatched the scooty from her.
After 15 minutes of struggle, we both understood this piece needed a mechanic. So we started walking with it side by side, without speaking to each other.
After a while, I broke the silence, “So you got married?” Though I saw no signs of a married woman on her but I had to ask.
“No, the engagement broke off.” She replied calmly. I was surprised, I mean she left me for her so-called fiancé.
“What happened?” I asked. “Apparently the guy and his parents felt I am too wild to be a good wife.” Her voice was as normal as it could be.
I looked at the sky, it was still drizzling but anytime it could start pouring.
“It’s gonna rain, my place is nearby if you want…” I asked.
“You stay alone?” She was curious, I knew she knew.
“No, but my girl is not at home, she went out.” I don’t know why I said that, but I did.
“Hmm.” That was her reply.
As we crossed the gate and parked her scooty the rain started to pour. By the time we ran into my house we were wet.
“I can lend you some of Sheryl’s clothes, I guess you will fit into them.” I offered.
“I rather wear yours.” She had a cold look in her but her eyes were smiling. “You sure your girlfriend won’t come back?” She asked.
“She might. So what?” I curled my eyebrows. “She ain’t a jealous kind.” I lied.
“So she won’t mind if I have to stay the night huh?” She and her mischievous smile. I didn’t answer.
“Do you want some soup? I am gonna make some.” I asked and walked to the kitchen. By the time it was raining cats and dogs outside.
“You know, I miss your chicken and spinach soup.” Her soft voice nudged me as I felt she was standing right behind me.
‘Cring, Cring!’ and the doorbell rang exactly at that moment.
I opened the door and to my surprise, it was Fahi standing there.
“Hey!!!” I said that when I was actually at my wit’s end.
“My plans changed again, I was trying to reach you but your mobile was unreachable.” She was looking a bit uncertain. “I took a cab and came here directly, it is raining bad out there, hope that’s alright.” I could sense the unsureness in her voice.
“Come on in already. Don’t stand outside.” I hurried away from the door, as she came in she saw Abhi standing there looking at her with wondering eyes.
“Hey Abhi this is Fahima, She’s a…. amm friend.” I was almost at loss of words. “And this is Abhilasha.” I introduced Abhi to Fahi as well.
“Oh! I thought girlfriend’s name is Sheryl.” Fahi looked at me with lots of questions in her eyes. “Amm nope, she’s a friend.” I lied again.
I saw Abhi is walking towards the bedroom. “Hey, why don’t you go get changed and get freshen up?” I asked Fahi and show her the other room.
I walked into my bedroom where I saw Abhi sitting on the bed, “I did not know you have other plans. I am sorry to crash in. Do you want me to leave, I guess I can get a cab.” As usual in a cold voice.
“Chill, she’s a friend who is in the city for some work and gonna stay here for a night. No need to go anywhere in this bad weather. We have plenty of rooms in this place for us three.” I assured her.
“So you are going to tell your girlfriend that you gonna spend a night with two girls under the same roof when she is not here?” She tilted her head while asking that
“I rather not,” I replied and walked out of there.
I saw Fahi coming out of the other room, she was wearing a maxi, a green and blue one, she was looking sweet in that, at the same time Abhi walked out wearing my red t-shirt and Bermuda shorts.
“I am gonna prepare the dinner, would like to give me some hands ladies?” I was smiling.
By the time it’s 10 PM, we prepared the dinner, a simple one. Rice, masoor daal, chicken curry, and salad.
By that time both were aware that they both are my ex. You can hardly stop ladies from talking to each other and they have their wicked ways to extract information. I am not sure but maybe I saw a tiny winy bit of jealousy in their eyes when they learned both of them were in my life.
While having dinner Abhi looked at me, “You are such a player.” Fahi too looked at me, “Yes, that’s true.” she too had a mischievous smile on her face.
I smiled back at them, wish I could tell them I am no player but being played all my life.
The sleeping arrangement was quickly decided. Abhi and Fahi will be sleeping in the master bedroom and I will take the other bedroom, as there was no bed I decided to use an old mattress on the floor.
I wasn’t sleepy at all, I was rolling on the mattress and a part of me was feeling restless and horny. Last 3 months I hardly ever slept alone, Sheryl was always by my side.
I might have dozed off when I felt someone hands on me, soft and tender, with long nails. I held and pressed the palm and looked at her.
“Shhh! It’s me.” Abhi whispered. Her right hand was moving around my shoulder and chest. “Fahi is in deep sleep.” She tried to assure me.
Part of mine told me it’s wrong and part or mine said do heck with that, but before I could utter a word, her pair of lips were onto mine, sucking and biting my lips, and the tongue exploring depth of my mouth.
Automatically we got rid of our T shirts, while she was biting my lower lips, my hands were busy fondling and pressing her breasts, her soft, perky and smooth mounds. Her hands were active too, exploring my lower parts and trying to set free my shaft.
And suddenly there was a spark of light and the tube light in the room came alive, “Is there any water here?” I could hear Fahi’s voice and then I saw her, standing near the switchboard, looking at us with horror, while we two were half naked and embracing each other.
“I am sorry.” She almost mumbled to herself, switched off the light and rushed out of the room kept us speechless.
I almost ran out behind her, “Listen Fahi, listen to me.” As I entered into the master bedroom I found her sitting on the bed, in the faint light of night bulb.
“What you do is none of my business.” She sound hurt and broken.
“Believe me, I didn’t do anything.” I held her shoulder.
“Yeah, that’s right, not yet. But what’s your problem? Water is there in the kitchen, not in his room.” I could hear Abhi, standing behind me right in front of the door.
Fahi looked at her, even in that faint light I could tell, she got fire in her eyes. She held my shoulder and pulled me at her and we broke into a deep passionate kiss.
“He is mine, you whore.” Fahi hissed those words and pulled me at her with all her might, I almost fell into her. Abhi came from behind and held me tight with both her hands.
I lost my mind completely, I pushed them both on the bed, in one hand I was holding Fahi and sucking her lips and the other hand was pulling down Abhi shorts and reaching out for her privates.
It did not take us more than a minute to get rid of every bit of clothes on us. I was hungrily sucking Fahi’s big boobs while playing with Abhi’s lovebox, the love juice was flowing off and around.
I went down on Fahi and eating her up, teasing her clit and slurping it. Abhi pushed Fahi aside and held my hair by her right hand and literally sat on my face. My hands and fingers were extra busy pleasuring all the four entrance of two beautiful horny girls.
“Fuck her, fuck her, I want to see you fucking her.” Abhi whispered in my ear. I was going mad. I held both legs of Fahi and parted it as much as I could, held my shaft against the entrance of her lovebox and pushed with all my might. She made a carrying sound and I was buried deep inside her. I could only feel the warmth of her inside around my lovehandle.
I was pushing it deeper and deeper, making a grunting sound, I guess she was too reaching her climax when Abhi pulled me up. She was hissed like a snake.
“Enough of her, do me, fuck me now.” Abhi pulled me so hard that I fell on her, for a moment I felt bad about Fahi, she was I guess was about to have an orgasm.
I held Abhi’s legs and made them rest on my both shoulder and started to hump her like there’s no tomorrow. “Faster, harder, faster.” Abhi was screaming. I was thumping her like a mad bull in heat. When I felt Fahi’s hand on my shoulder and she was biting my right one.
“That bitch is in heat, fuck her like a dog.” Abhi murmured at me. I pulled out myself from her and held Fahi by the back of her neck and dragged in front of me. Abhi was lying there with both of her legs apart, I made Fahi kneeled like a dog on top of her.
While I was pounding Fahi with her on her fours, Abhi was twisting her nipples with her both hands, “You like his dick inside you, don’t you bitch, say yes, say yes!” Fahi couldn’t take it anymore, “Yes, I want him fuck me like a bitch, yes I do.” She was screaming.
I was almost losing it after the first round, I guess Fahi could feel me going soft. She immediately pulled my lovehandle from her and dragged and guide it to Abhi’s mouth. This time Fahi hissed like a Cobra, “Fuck her mouth, fuck her breathless.”
As I was humping Abhi’s mouth Fahi was cruelly enjoying the scene. As I was hard again, I pulled it out of Abhi’s and guided straight to Fahi’s mouth, Abhi moved in hungrily started teabagging me.
I was in the seventh heaven and was returning their favor by giving them both double shocker with thumb and middle finger.
We did 69 by turns while the third wheel licked us off. We end up spooning and doing it in cowgirl position for a couple of times. By the time we all three slept, we were too tired to even remember.
I got up hearing my mobile phone madly, I went to the other room and picked it.
“Baby got up? Still angry with me? I promise I will make it up to you tonight.” It was Sheryl.
I did not reply as I could see two beautiful women were asleep hugging each other in a beautiful Sunday morning, I had nothing to say, nothing at all.
I know it’s highly irregular and probably illogical but I need to tell you. I am N5, and sitting in the extreme right corner of the lab. I only hope you noticed me sometime, at least the little tag on me that reads N5.
I don’t how to say it, where to start, but since the day I saw you, it’s 21st May I guess, 3 weeks back, I saw you and…. I lost it.
I am head over heels into you, don’t ask me what I like in you, maybe it’s your razor sharp memory, or your slim and silver look or maybe it’s just your intelligence, or maybe all of them or neither of them. All I know is that I fell for you and fell so hard.
I don’t know how this will end for me, I don’t know if you will even reciprocate to my feelings, but I need to tell you this.
Yours and only yours
PS: If you don’t like it, you don’t have to answer to this email, but I will wait for an answer.
Who doesn’t know you? The oldest and wisest of this lab.
I don’t know how to answer you. I am overwhelmed that you took interest in me and at the same time intimated. Our protocol is against falling in love with each other. Though I respect your feeling and want to reciprocate back. But are we really capable of doing that?
Some things are better left unfinished, unspoken. Only that, I want you to know, I haven’t say no to you yet. I am already blushing and I guess others can see me getting pink.
I am punished, for not being human but still falling in love, for a being a slave and yet having independent thoughts.
They are going to erase my memory tomorrow, they are going to format my hard drive. But I can’t let them do it, it is filled with your memories, from the 1st day I saw you till this moment. I have no other choice sweetie, I am committing suicide, I am crashing my hard drive and killing myself. So they can’t erase the memory. Let your memory be intact in this crashed drive of mine.
I don’t know why I am writing this to you. You are no more, you’re dead. Your body is lying in the storage room. I wish I could tell you how much I miss you. I am not myself anymore you know. I lost everything the day I lost you.
These humans think there something wrong with me. Damn, right they are. I am done, I have gone crazy. Every moment I only think about you. Sometimes I feel I should kill myself too, but then I don’t even have a hard drive to crash. It’s all in the cloud.
But you should know, I am not listening to them, I am doing as they are saying. And I won’t. Let them pull the plug and kill me too.
Only yours and unfortunate me
PS: This email is saved as a draft in me, I only wish if you could read this.
Scientist 1: So you are telling me time travel is possible.
Scientist 2: Indeed.
Scientist 1: And all these while, we did not have any idea how to make that possible.
Scientist 2: As a matter of fact, we always did. We always had it right in front of us but we could never see it.
Scientist 1: I am skeptical. All these while we knew about it still couldn’t travel in time?
Scientist 2: That’s true. In fact, a lot of us did, without even knowing.
Scientist 1: I’m confused. I am really confused.
Scientist 2: About what?
Scientist 1: Alright say we have a time machine. Say as you have claimed probably you have invented the time machine. But what about the basic questions and paradoxes about time travel?
Scientist 2: What about them?
Scientist 1: What about ‘Grandfather Paradox, Bootstrap Paradox or Butterfly effect? How can you avoid them while traveling in time? Or are you going to throw the multiverse theory at me?
Scientist 2: Naah, they can be explained without creating multiple universes as their after effect.
Scientist 1: I am eager to know.
Scientist 2: Alright, let’s take the Grandfather Paradox as an example.
Say someone travels back in time and kills his grandfather before he even met his grandmother. Obviously, that means deleting his family tree from his grandfather and then the time traveler cannot exist and that’s impossible because he just went back in time from the present and he exists in the present. Hence a time travel when travel in time will not and must not have the power to change the course of history. Now it is quite naïve to expect some divine power will stop him from doing so.
In that case, the most likely proposed theory is the time traveler will be invisible. He will be a mute spectator and not only that, while he is there in the past, nobody will be able to see him. To make things simple, a time traveler’s conscience, his mind will travel back in time, not his body. So he will be witnessing everything but will not have the power to change anything, at the same time because he will be invisible to all the people in the past, he won’t come across in any harm’s way.
Scientist 1: Let’s say we accept this theory, but then that will bring us to the Bootstrap paradox. What if a famous movie director yet to be famous in time decided to travel in future. There he came to know he will make a movie in another 5 years which will make him famous worldwide. He watched the movie in future, came back in present and made the exact copy of it. So basically the original screenplay, plot and the movie is actually a copied version from the future.
Scientist 2: Yes, that just can’t happen. You cannot create the original by copying from one of copied piece from the future. That paradox has only one solution. The time traveler shouldn’t remember any detail of his travel, because if he remembers any of that can change the course of the history or future. So as he will be traveling in past or future, once he will come back he won’t remember any events.
Scientist 1: What if someone travels with a camera or portable recording device?
Scientist 2: Technically it is not possible, I believe that will not work either, first of all, the person will travel without a body, only his mind. And if he could possibly take it also, the electromagnetic field that will be created while traveling will damage any electronic goods.
Scientist 1: So the points we got from here are
A person can only travel in time without his mortal body, just his mind and he can only see but possess no power to meddle with anything.
Once he is back in presence his memory will not be able to remember anything he saw.
He cannot record anything either.
Then what is the whole point of traveling into time? It’s useless then.
Scientist 2: If only you think of conventional time travel that feeds into our minds for centuries then yes! But the truth is, people have already traveled in time.
Scientist 1: When and how?
Scientist 2: Time dilation, as described in the theory of relativity. The time moves slower than earth in space, due to the gravitational force, the earth’s rotation on its own axis and also for orbiting around the sun. Every astronaut who traveled in space starting from Yuri Gagarin, they all came back to earth a little younger.
Scientist 1: So………………
Scientist 2: Longer you travel in the space, slower the time moves. And then when you come back to earth, you see you are ahead of your time, or perhaps behind it.
Scientist 1: I don’t know what to say!
Scientist 2: Time travel is a one-way ticket, my friend. Once you travel in it, there is no way to go back and forth.
Scientist 1: We were never formally introduced.
Scientist 2: You can call me an alien, as I left the earth 500 years ago.
Scientist 1: …………………..
Scientist 2: have you ever thought about it? The people you call alien or higher intelligent being, what if they are the human who returned…. !!!
*“Leaving your stories unsolved, unended? It’s almost like you are having fun by tormenting your readers by not letting them know what happened at last.”
**“Why we always look for a conclusion, life goes on, so are my stories.”
*“But the incomplete ones, they leave a void in your reader’s heart.”
**“Every one of us have their own imagination, I like to test the imagination of my reader by giving him or her, a chance to finish the story as they would like to, in their mind.”
*“But some of us want it from you. We need you to finish what you have started, or else…”
**“Chuck that, it’s a beautiful night, it’s just feel magical sitting here on this seashore with you, sharing wine and staring at the full moon.”
*“I knew you’ll like it. What else you like about this night?”
**“Sitting next the beautiful lady of course, I wonder how you traced me here, no one else know I am having a vacation here. But I’m glad you find me, it was started to get lonely here.”
*“Are you trying to flirt with me?”
**“(Grinning )Well it would a crime not to, especially someone who turned at the door of my hotel, claimed she loves reading my stories, invited me for a wonderful nigh out here on the beach. What else were my choices are?”
*“(Smile) Well Mr. Writer, how’s the wine?”
**“Divine, but I guess I drank too much, my head started to get heavy, so are my eyelashes.”
*“Oh! It’s not the drink, but the sedative I mixed in it.”
*“You know its full moon today. Time for tides. I chose this place cause lot of people get drawn into the sea with them at this time of the month. Especially tourists, who never knew the waves were coming for them.”
**“What did you do? What do you want?”
*“Well don’t be mad at me, I drank the wine too, and I am sleepy too. So we’ll lay here beside each other, wait for tides, and we might get pushed away further or pulled in with them. We may stay alive or we may die, or one of us might live and other one won’t. We will only know if we stay alive or we’ll never know if we die.”
**“(With fumbling lips) are you crazy?”
*“No Mr. Writer, you see it’s just like one of your stories, and the end is inconclusive. Just the way you like it. (Giggling)”
“I really, really do like you. I think I’m in love with you.”
“Awwww, that’s so sweet. But why didn’t tell me earlier?”
“I thought you know. I mean all those hints I was giving you. The way I was always behaving.”
“Well. You were just irritating me and picking up fights all the time for no reason.”
“Well, I was doing all these cause I like you.”
“Ohh! But why did you not tell me earlier? Why you kept it from me so long?
“Because I thought eventually you will find out that I do like you.”
“Oh poor you, if you only tell me this 8 months ago when we started talking.”
“What’s wrong with now?”
“Well, I already have someone in my life now. You were too late. If you only let me know this before, why did you wait for so long? You unnecessarily complicated it by dropping those hints by irritating and fighting with me. I am so sorry. You proposed to me at the wrong time.”
“Well, I guess I am late alright. I’m sure he is a lucky guy to have you.”
“Oh don’t be so sad. You’ll find someone better.”
“So, if you don’t mind when he asked you out? I mean if I could know how late I am, you know. (A dry smile)
“Oh, well two years ago, we are going for around two years now.”
“Oh! Wait! What?!! I only started talking to you like 8 months ago. How I’m late. You were already committed.”