RAVI (formerly Indie-America)

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  "Do you think the bangles are enough?" I ask no one in particular, surveying the red and gold bangles Simmi chose for me.

"Yes they are, they're actually wedding bangles. You're going to a dance, not a wedding," She reminds me from the front seat.

"Oh please Simmi, I can count the number of Indians in Legacy, none of them actually know what wedding bangles look like. A bangle is a bangle,"

"She's right there," Ken laughs.

"What I'm concerned about is the hair accessories," Simmi admits and I frown.

"What about it?"

"The only things we got were those rubbers covered with flowers," she says this like it should be an obvious issue.

"That's enough Simmi like you said, this isn't a wedding,"

"Tell me you're not planning on leaving your hair straight," Ken pleads as she drives past a green light going forward instead of the usual left turn.

"No, where are you taking us to?" I ask.

"There's a nice cafe close by, it's also near a stakeout restaurant. I'm hungry," she states deadpan.

"You just ate 4 rolls of donut and coke, how could you be hungry?" Simmi questions, sending Ken a disbelieving look.

"You just walked two hours straight, how could you be alive?" Ken replies sarcastically even though I find it quite different from what Simmi was trying to say. Either way, we end up sitting outside the stakeout restaurant, latte by our different plates of delicious meat.

"This never gets old," I say, drawing in my breath so the smell lingers around me.

"We should get her nails done," Simmi abruptly offers.

"It's already half past 3, I'm trying to give more importance to my sleep," I remind her, dismissing it but Ken loves the idea.

"But why not? Are you gonna let Luca take those hands in his?" She stares disapprovingly at my hands.

"Excuse you, my hands have always been taken cared of, I don't need artificial nails,"

"I won't let Luca take those hands in his," she decides, totally ignoring me.

"We can also get our legs done," Simmi pipes, and I send her a death glare.

"I didn't sign up for a girls' day out," I grumble.

"That's too bad cause I already saw your signature on it," Ken sticks out her tongue at me and I do the same, just in a more mature way.

"Eat up, the nearest salon is not so near," Ken informs us with a tad bit of guilt.

*****
By the time it's 4:15, my nails are delicately being clipped, filed, and bluffed. In that order.

"This gown is so pretty," Simmi squeals. She shoves the Teen Vogue magazine given to her when she couldn't stay put in my face. I don't even bother to look at the gown.

"Yeah, it would fit you so well. Can I check my phone now? It's been buzzing for hours," I look at my phone beside me longingly and the lady called Josephine is about to hand it to me but Ken nearly swats her hand away.

"Ravi, I put my phone down for the best output to be gotten, why can't you do the same?" She demands.

"It's been buzzing for a long time now, it could be important," I cry but she isn't having any of it. Josephine sends me an apologetic look as she moves to my left hand.