"Did you- did you talk to her?" I ask him as soon as he sticks his butt to the chair and casually removes his shoes.
"Mmhmm."
"So...?" I push.
"So?" He replies in a question. Why is he playing so cool? Right now I'm feeling like smacking his head on the floor.
"How was it?"
"Well, uhm, mostly I just stalked her, uhm, then I talked to her but she was in a hurry, so it was, kind of, you know, a short conversation." He answers ignorantly.
I burst out laughing at his expression. "What did you talk about?"
"I just faced her from the front, so she attempted to move past from my left, then I pretended to do the same as her. And we were like trying to move past each other from lefts and rights some two or three times, but in my case, it was on purpose." He looks too interested in telling me about his experience and just so am I interested in listening it. Though he isn't that good at explaining.
"Then I just chuckled and she did too. And man, she was pretty from that close. Then I apologised for that moving past scenario, and I told her that she's a pretty lady and she thanked me shyly," he smirked. "But then she followed her feet."
"You really talked to her."
"Yeah."
I went silent. I'm expressionless. Without a single thought in my head.
Damn, he did talk to her, man.
Well, why would I care? But I do.
I don't give much that shit about girls. And I don't care about this Airplane girl too. She is just a random girl who can be a nerd and a pretty mess under sunshine, who can look stupid and cute at the same time, and who is travelling with her normal but well off family.
And not that she is some super beauty. She just looks normal to me. I've had a prettier girlfriend before. So neither is she that flawless beauty, nor have I ever talked to her to know if she's interesting. Then why? Why the hell am I thinking about a stranger?
Because you are thinking about thinking of her. Don't jump to conclusions like a frog. Idiot.
Whoever she is, she just seems likable. A smile spreads across my face. To tell you what I am seeing right now, are the imaginary images of me instead of Aryan in the situation of talking to her.
Though I will never say to her that she's a pretty lady. He was just flirting with her. And I won't flirt with her. I just want to genuinely talk to her and see that genuine smile of her.
I power on my MacBook and open the folder named 'Chennai to Port Blair - day-1'. The slideshow begins with the picture of a golden sun peeking through wild brunette hair. I am taken back to the time when i stood on the lower deck staring that someone up there. My lips have curled into a little smile.
Picture after picture appears until a voice brings me back to reality.
"What's up?" Aryan asks me and sneaks a quick peek at the screen of my MacBook. I instantly shut it down.
"What are you doing?" He asks further, still looking suspiciously at the closed device.
"Nothing, just going through some photographs I took."
"Hiding from me?"
"Just have to delete some stupid ones, so that you only get to see what a fine photographer I am," I lie swiftly with a grin on my face.
And whoa that he believes me.
He lies down with his front down and instantly falls asleep. Which is my cue to open my MacBook again.
And there I see the picture again that actually never left my eyes.
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