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12.Seven days

"It felt weird," Shubman said to his best friend as they sat on the couch in his office. "When she said that, I had this feeling over here," he placed a hand on his chest.

It was 2 am, the meeting was over, and the duo were literally living up to their title of 2 am friends.

"It was something electric but at the same time it felt hollow," he tried describing his emotions from the afternoon. "I've never felt this way for anyone else, Ishu. I don't know how to tell her."

"Well, I can't tell you since I've never been in that place either. But Y/n just seems," Ishan thought until he found the right word. "-guarded. In many ways, even very similar to how you used to be."

Shubman just stayed silent for a while before he spoke again. "She'll trust me one day."

"Until then?" The one with the piercings piped up.

"I'll wait," he shrugged. "Maybe at the diner."

"Alright. But have you checked her history completely?" Ishan asked, having been wanting to for a long time.

It was weird to see Shubman trust someone so blindly.

Don't get him wrong, he's the happiest that his best friend has finally found love. But he still looked out for him.

You could be a spy for all they knew.

The younger one knew where they were getting with that question.

"No, just work schedules and her residence," he answered. "Anything else personal, I want to know it only if she wants to tell me herself."

"Are you sure?" His best friend asked again and he had no reason to say otherwise.

"I'm sure about her."

The next evening~

Shubman was there again.

You paid for the dinner, thankfully accepted at one go, and walked out.

Like the previous night, he was leaning against the side of his car outside.

Only this time, he wasn't on the other side of the road but parked in front of the closed building next to the diner.

It was in the direction you took home.

With another sigh, you've been doing it a lot lately, you saw him smile as he looked at you.

Just a week. Seven days and he'll grow tired of me, you thought as you slowly walked past him.

"How was your day?" Shubman asked, startling you a little and you stopped on your tracks.

You looked at him as if he had asked you the most difficult question in chemistry, physics and math combined.

Then you just nodded and rushed away.

And the next evening, he was there too.

When he repeated the same question from the previous day, you walked away quickly without saying anything, not even a nod.

Six days

The following evening too; same place, same pose, same smile as you walked out of the diner.

"How was your day?" Shubman asked again and you were not startled this time. You expected something.

"Okay," you mumbled, loud enough for only him to hear as you walked away with one though, despite his smile that just got brighter. Five days until he gets tired of me.

The next and third evening, he smiled a bit more because you looked at him a second longer though you did not answer.

Four days.