It Ignited This Summer

Chapter 4

“Alia Rathore," I said, confidently shaking his hand.

"I apologize if you felt uncomfortable that day," he offered.

He clearly wanted to keep the conversation going.

"You have absolutely nothing to apologize for," I reassured him, maintaining a calm demeanor despite my lack of enthusiasm.

But apparently, that barrier was noticeable. He smiled and stepped back, giving me space.

I scanned the shop, searching for my sister or a shop assistant but found no one. I had no choice but to ask him for help.

"Excuse me, have you seen any shop assistants around?" I inquired.

"I'm doing a summer job here," he replied, his smile unwavering.

Great.

"Alright, I'm looking for some clothes for university," I stated, keeping my surprise under wraps.

"Any idea what style you want?" he asked, genuinely interested.

I shook my head, still searching for Aarna.

"Okay, this way," he directed with enthusiasm.

"Which university do you go to?" he asked.

"Yale University. I start after summer," I responded.

"Same here! I study at Yale," he exclaimed.

"First year?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"No, second," he replied with a hint of pride.

Aarna was definitely onto something.

He focused intently, picking out outfits that suited me perfectly.

Impressive.

In no time, he had selected a few options for me to try on, and I felt pretty for the first time in ages.

His taste was exceptional.

I took the outfits to the counter, paid, and thanked him, feeling satisfied with my purchase.

Just then, my sister emerged from the store room, a knowing look on her face.

Consider the score settled.

****

As we walked out of the mall, I noticed a vendor selling beaded bracelets. I approached the shop and spotted a stunning evil eye bracelet.

"How much is this?" I asked the shopkeeper.

"15 dollars." She replied, looking like she was about to fall asleep.

1,261 rupees. Seriously? I bet it cost less than 100 rupees.

"2 dollars." I shot back.

"10 dollars. She said, chewing her gum like it was a high-stakes negotiation.

Wow, she really knew how to play hardball.

"Just 5 dollars." I insisted, trying not to roll my eyes.

"Fine take it." She said practically throwing the bracelet at me.

Mission accomplished.