Mixed Signals

9

---Hussain's POV---

Where are those papers?

I tore my room apart looking for them, but they were no where to be found.

I remembered that I had given them to Meera. Ugh! Now I'm going to have to go and deal with her.

I got ready and left.

I came to her office and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Come in!" She said.

I went inside and she seemed suprised to see me.

"Kya chai hai?" She asked.

"Papers. Remember I told you to sign them," I said.

"Mr. Hussain Asif, I refuse to sign them," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because my pen refuses to touch your cheap papers," she said putting emphasize on cheap.

Oh so that's what this is about.

"Look, I'm sorry for what I said at the reception. To be honest, you looked stunning. I just couldn't say anything about it because I didn't want to give you mixed signals," I said.

"You know your funny," she said.

"How?" I asked.

"Because one day your so nice, and the other it's like I don't even exist," she said.

"And I repeat..how?" I asked.

"Birthday gift, you remembered what I wanted. Then reception you make me feel bad, now today your saying I looked stunning," she said.

Oh wow! Maybe I am sending mixed signals.

"Anyways, here you can have your papers back," she said.

"Par sign?" I asked.

"I did already. I just asked for another legal copy of the papers. Just in case you decided to go into b*tch mode," she said.

"Oh. So if I did?" I asked.

"Then I would have given you the blank copy back," she said.

Smart girl.

"Oh okay. Well I'm getting late, bye," I said and left.