Better Than Bollywood

III - First Impressions and Sambar Stains

Vivaan

I'm not supposed to be intimidated by that girl. Hell, I've never seen her in my life but, unfortunately, I am. She is infuriating, that much is all. With her frizzy long black hair and black eyes, and that dead expression she seemingly wore 24/7. The way her firm lips were pulled into a thin line when she totally ignored everyone's presence and ate in silence.

They say first impressions are the most important impressions and I 100 percent agree. No, 1000 percent agree. And I also completely agree that was the shittiest first impression ever. That friend of Anna's... she could've at least been careful, calling my shirt blueberry!? Not only was it insulting it was just downright humiliation, who does she even think she is!?

"Vivaan... Vivaan!" Krish called out and I snapped out of stupor as I stared him down with an unimpressed look.

"Are you still pissy about that girl?" he added in as I adjusted myself on the bench. I ignored his rhetorical question and focused on the main door as a flurry of movement walked by. That girl, she was stalking out herself, how dare she be mad, she wasn't the one that got her shirt spoiled.

"Listen man, it's all good," Aarav said calmly as he looked at me with a sympathetic smile. I can smell the snarkiness in his tone, he wasn't at all sympathetic to my plight. Rude much. I rolled my eyes at him and remained silent.

"Why don't you try and wash the stain off with water after we eat?" Aarav added on and I sighed.

"I would've if I could. Water really won't do much and you know that. I think my shirt is just ruined," I muttered in self contempt. Today was a shitty day for me too, alright. But, you don't see me throwing food at others, accident or not.

"With all due respect, you're overreacting," Krish said with no respect and I glared.

"It's Burberry," I hissed as an empty retort.

"You're dumb if you decided to wear Burberry on the first day," Krish added on, he was just trying to rile me up, I know.

 I'll sic him later. Just you wait.

"Well, how was I supposed to know that a random girl would throw sambar on me?" I voiced petulantly as I looked down at the growing food stain. Okay, I had to calm myself down, I was starting to sound more like a child throwing a tantrum over spilled food. How ridiculous. I sighed as I let go of my shirt and Aarav's reasoning filled my ears.

"She didn't throw it on you, it was spilled, by accident," Aarav said calmly and I looked up at him for a second and frowned.

"Yes, I'm aware. Just let me wallow in self pity for sometime, will you?" I said as I rested my chin in my hands and played with the food on my plate. How infuriating. 

She really was something else...

"Top 10 moments where Mr. Composed was angry," Krish said brightly as he pointed his spoon at me and I just glared at him. Just because I like to stay rational and level-headed most of time doesn't mean I don't get angry. And I was just annoyed, not angry. I'm not angry... Am I? Okay, yes I was.

 I was absolutely raging inside, my favorite Burberry shirt ruined by the evil Sambar girl. I'll never forgive her.

I could sense Aarav's eyes boring onto me with an intensity that I didn't intend to match. His steely eyes staring at my own hazel ones.

"Don't hold grudges," he said resolutely and I rolled my eyes. How many times did I do that in a day, I honestly don't know. I was notorious for holding grudges unfortunately, even for petty shit like this. I knew it wasn't her fault, but I like to think it was though. That evil sambar girl. How was Anna even friends with her, she was so nice and the other girl was so... not.