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I Will Pizza You

5. I Will Pizza You

"Hi Himani, Khushi here."

When she apprehended Khushi over the phone, she was huddled into a bale of Himani, her legs and arms crumpled to her body around in her clear, blue-grey blanket that matched the plush, fluffy floor bed, her mobile propped up against her ears with her pillows.

She had no idea what time it was.  

She had not set an alarm for this morning—Himani usually benefitted a couple days off in a week—since, this week's saturday at her workplace was especially driven by her, she'd to rule out her routine and have a single off week.

Yesterday was debilitating—well, save the last part where she'd seen Raghav and had luscious dinner, some sprightly conversation with him and had been probed by the auto driver, if she was in love—and this final part, it wasn't very importunate last night, but she knew it was not going to be the same today.

Or anywhere in the rest of the upcoming days, she did not see a desistance to that thought—not right now, atleast.

And she had decided not to chase for it.

"Hey," Himani murmured, her voice cracking up sleepily; her pellet of obsidian eyes closed.

Khushi gave out a light-hearted chuckle. "I hope you're still in bed—sleep is so evident in your voice."

"Mmmhmm.." hummed Himani.

"How're you? Especially, with Raghav there?" Himani's lips tugged at it in a slow, formless smile, her heart warming over it.

"Sleepy, Khushi. And we're doing great—your friend and I," she said carefully, trying not to make it obvious. Or  not totally brushing it aside, either. And she sincerely hoped, it worked. 

For Himani's effort, Khushi didn't seem to pay regard to the information, too much. "Well, then it's Khushi, your today's morning alarm, here," she lilted, restlessly, "—and I am not very happy about intruding your sleep but now that I have done it, I am not going to back out." When Khushi rambled, it meant endlessness.

Himani spun to her back, rolling out of the ball she had nestled into. "How much do I wish you were here so that I can hit the alarm off on its head," her languor spoke up for her, as she stretched her body straight.

Himani heard Khushi choke up on a faint laugh, "Fine, now that you want it, I could be coming there this afternoon—about which I have got to talk to you, now—and you can flout my head, as simple as that," she said, her vivacity quite flagrant. Himani blinked at the ceiling, her mind and body hazed as much as her eyes were.

Caffeine. She needed caffeine.

She must have her morning dose of coffee, to get out of this—but practically, getting herself out of this bed before coffee seemed hopeless too—this was the coffee paradox. Anyone, who's a don't-talk-to-me-before-I've-had-my-coffee would feel this deeply.   

Himani stifled a yawn, before she answered, "Khushi, I am sorry to say this—I have not had my morning coffee—enduring a rational conversation is nearly impossible right now." She wanted to shed light on the fact that if she was any brusque, it was just because of dearth of caffeine. Normal. Perfect.

Khushi's oceany eyes flashed at it, "Hey, you're a no talkie, before coffee person, too?" she asked her voice sparkling in surprise.

Himani tweaked on her bed at the impulsive amusement, "I am strictly that person—nothing else," she countered, with a faltering, minim laugh.

"I feel you. This Dev keeps talking to me as soon as we wake up in the morning. Okay, now I think I am being Dev myself," Khushi said, her very own comprehension making her sigh. "Just listen over to me—you don't have to talk—I will make that a yes/no question, would that be fine?" delicately, she wormed Himani.