Perfect RomCom Couple

Chapter 34 - Closet day

 woke up next to an empty bed.

This is too bad because I heard the best thing about living in with your boyfriend is waking up next to him—but that's not even happening.

I took out my phone and looked at the time with one semi-opened eye.

2:00 p.m.

Are you serious??? I grunted groggily.

Why, God, whyyy???

Maybe my dumb ass should keep an alarm before I go to sleep.

After half an hour of social media scrolling, I finally decided to get out of bed.

But what should I do?? My college doesn't start for another 4 days.

Damn, it's strange to go to college after having a job—but it's never too late to complete your studies.

I can start with fixing my closet and then having a nice day out with friends... but I don't have friends.

It's sad to be alone in a new city.

Wait a second—I do have someone.

I picked up my phone and called her.

"Hey Cely, it's Aahana here. Can you come up if you are free??" I asked her, hoping her to say yes.

"Sure, where are you??" she asked me.

"I am in my room... I mean Agastya's room... I mean our room," I tried. Okay... I still don't know what to call this room.

She giggled at my behavior.

"Well, I'll be there in no time," she said.

"Okayyy, byeeeee—no wait, do you want some coffee? I am going to make me one," I asked her.

"Sure, I'll have an Americano," she said.

"With extra espresso shot?" I asked her.

"And milk," she completed, and I smiled at that.

I kinda have the feeling that we are gonna bond well.

"Well, will you date me instead of my brother?" she asked me.

"Sure, why not. I'll send your brother the breakup text while you come here," I said sarcastically.

"That sounds perfect," she sang, and then we kept the call.

I went and made us coffees.

I took them back to the room and was admiring the busy street and the view when Cely announced herself.

"I am here, bitchhhhh," she popped down on the bed, and it almost spilled the coffee on the bed.

"I want a breakup," I said while holding the coffee closer to me.

"Would you reconsider if I say I have oatmeal Nutella cookies?" she asked me with a puppy dog face.

"You don't need the face, honey. I was convinced when you said cookies," I grinned and blew her a kiss.

She laughed and gave me the jar.

"And they are small cookies—could you be any more perfect?" I was in awe.

"Well, I go all out in relationships anyway. And where's my coffee?" she asked me, and I pointed out to the table.

She immediately ran towards it, and after taking the first sip, she moaned into it.

"How can you make such a good coffee?" she looked at me with a shocked face.

"Well, as a parting gift from my bestie, she gave me an inbuilt coffee corner with a double espresso machine and 50 different types of coffee, coffee beans, and a cabinet for souvenir cups," I shrugged like it was nothing, but internally I was very proud.