Serious in Love ✔

8- "We call this air dancing, baby & its completely original."

VANSH

It would seem absolutely ridiculous to write your guest's name on a piece of paper, raise it above your head for that person see and recognize you outside the airport. Such was the case of strangers, but the guest I was about to pick up wasn't a stranger. And that's exactly why I did this.

A couple of minutes ago, I received a call from her, informing me that she landed. Excitement bubbled inside of me at the anticipation of seeing her. I even took a half-day leave, saving her from the endless wait.

Both of us wore a grinning smile, the moment our eyes met. Upon seeing her name plate, she facepalmed, still smiling. “Now why am I not surprised?”

“You shouldn't be. It shows that you still haven't forgotten about me.”

“I haven't forgotten about any one of you. You have no idea how much I missed you guys. I just...” She trailed off, her eyes softening. She stepped forward and the next moment I was hugging this beautiful blonde.

“Welcome of Boston, Lisanna Harrington!” I said after we parted.

She chuckled before placing a friendly kiss on my cheek. “You better make it worth it, Vansh.”

~

Lisa and I had promised to visit each other atleast once, during my stay here. She had already fulfilled her part by coming here today. She would be staying in my apartment for the weekend. Since she was tired from the long three hour flight, she stole the afternoon away by taking a nice baby nap. She slept on my bed while I slept on the living room. In the evening, we took a short walk, although it was clear that none of us were in the mood to explore any further.

“So how's Boston so far?”

I rubbed my chin, “Well to be completely honest, I haven't explored the place much. So far I've only seen Harvard University, Central park and the famous market. I know, I know, it's been more than a month but can you blame me? Work kept me busy I never got enough time. Also, it's boring to explore alone.”

“What about the colleagues you befriended here? That Pakistani guy you mentioned about?”

“Irfan, huh. I wouldn't go as far as to claim him my buddy. We talk in the office and sometimes hang out during lunch but that is all. I talk to everyone. They are friendly but some are weird.” I shrugged.

“Aw!” she said, pulling a sympathetic face. “Don't worry, I'm here now. We'll dissect this city together.”

“That's my intention,” I said enthusiastically and raised my head, viewing the descending, orange sun in the space between the tall buildings. “Wanna head back?”

“Sure,” she said, fishing out her smartphone and turned on the camera. Then positioning it above her head, she motioned me to stand beside her. “But first things first. Here, take a selfie.”

After having dinner, we made ourselves comfortable, sitting at the ends of the sofa. The conversation got flowing as we talked about our daily lives and work.

“I think Georgia and that Irfan should compete with each other. They would be a perfect match in rambling non-stop. Hey, you mentioned having an Indian in your team. Not to forget Shreya, too. What are the chances that you happen to reconcile with your college mate at your workplace? Don't you talk to them.”

“You know how it is with Shreya. We barely talked in college and we barely talk now. It's the same. We simply greet ourselves when we meet across the hallway. As for Natasha, don't even get me started. She's a different specie altogether. She should actually stick a label of a mood swinger on her forehead. You can't figure out her mood or why she is responding the way she does. So I keep my distance with her. Lisa, I'm telling you, there are a lot of weirdos in my team including our candy loving boss.”