Ruhan Das: Alankrita
Ruhan Das: Did you see my status
Ruhan Das: Look at my status
Ruhan Das: DO it
Alankrita Sundar: Hi
Ruhan Das: did you read my status or not
Alankrita Sundar: yeah. Congratulations on getting your driver's licence, you drama queen :)
Ruhan Das: I GOT A BEETLE
Ruhan Das: I SPENT LIKE AN HOUR SENSUALLY STROKING THE WINDOWS
Alankrita Sundar: Remind me to never leave you alone in my garage, you automobile-ophile
Ruhan Das: I wouldn't give your lame Alto a second glance okay I have decent standards
Alankrita Sundar: u wanna get hurt or what
Ruhan Das: XD XD
Alankrita Sundar: you're lucky I went on a rant last Thursday. The next time you decide to come over I'm going to be studying and I will make sure you will be too.
Ruhan Das: (｡･_･)Ⓦⓗⓨ?
Ruhan Das: ^ the face of a broken man
Yawning, Alankrita rubbed her eyes and shut her laptop. Now that it was nearing the end of November, her coaching classes had begun to kick the pressure up a few notches. She was finding herself unable to do even the bare minimum of her Erudite portions, let alone balance it with school work and her usual studying. As a result, she had skipped a day of work and was feeling very guilty about it. She decided to tell Ruhan when he came over the next time that she had a lot of things to do and an hour or so of group studying would be too much to throw in.
Although, all she'd been thinking of recently was what he'd do if she did ease up on him.
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