Sun shines brighter here *Editing*

You know who else is directionless? Zayn Malik.

That evening, I decided to attend the book review, mostly because Emily forced me to. Honestly, a fancy book reading and people judging me is the last thing I wanted to do. I never really was a part of the book club, although I loved poetry, books or basically beautiful words put together but I was more into athletics and science. I loved Physics. If it wasn't for law, I would have been an high energy particle physicist. Like seriously, it was a coin flip away.

But however, I ended up attending the book meet. You know, all my life I had presumed that American book clubs function in a specific manner; sophisticated men with beige coloured vests, fat ladies with cats, girls in floral skirts and thick round framed eye wear, all sitting in a circular manner with a black mahogany coffee table planted at the centre. Turns out, book clubs globally followed this stereo type. Just like that, attending book meets every month went straight up my calender. They met twice a month and discussed 2 books handpicked by the president: one book of the 20th century American literature and the other, a top-seller of the modern contemporary literature. The people were so pleasant and liberal, I don't even mind attending it. I mean, I argue for a living, how could I possibly hate stating my opinions?

So, after the book meet, Naveed wanted to meet me and I had asked him to meet me at this little bistro place downtown. With no sign of him even after twenty minutes, when I was about to leave, a brown muscular boy walks in with a bag-pack worn side-ways like Shahid Kapoor in 'Jab We Met', his white V-neck tee tightly hugging his upper-body and his hair swayed backwards with excessive hairgel.

"Hey, I'm so sorr-" he said in jagged rasps but I cut him off.

"Is it like this new rule in your book on douchery to keep the busy girl waiting or did you get hit by a bus, go into a surgery and took a private plane all the way here to tell me that you're dying? " I teased ignoring his hug and taking a seat from across him.

"Um, well, Aria, I was running around and a football hit me and I almost died" he said in a low tone.

"Did you just make a 'my name is Khan reference' because your name is really Khan?"

"Am I douche or a douche?" He exclaimed as he chuckled

"Touche" I said giggling with him and suddenly my phone buzzed. It glowed an incoming call sign from 'Smith & Johnson' law firm. I answered it immediately, after waiting for 5 seconds and after about 15 minutes with a couple of looks from Naveed now and then, I finally ended the call.

"So, you're taking me out to Nobu tomorrow night!" Naveed exclaimed.

"And why exactly would I be that kind to you and who likes raw fish?"

"Oh, I don't know, considering the fact that you got a job offer from that fancy little law firm in the upper East? And shut up, I have a very heterogeneous palette when it comes to culinary"

"How can I just presume I got the job? I mean, I know I'm a pretty kick ass lawyer but there are people who deserve it more than me"

"You honestly believe that?" Naveed asked in a low tone.

"Hell no, I mean c'mon " I said pointing at me in a narcissistic way.

"So, I'll pick you up tomorrow night" he said laughing.

"I start on Monday, I need my beauty sleep" I protested.

"You're getting your masters, sleep is a foreign concept" he said summoning for the bill to a lady in a white romper.

"Since we're in a foreign land, that statement works against your argument and hey, it rhymes"

"We aren't foreign to the land, the land is foreign to us" he said smirking.