The Girl Who Offered Me Samosas
15 parts Ongoing The elevator dinged. Floor 17.
Her floor.
She wasn't ready.
As she stepped out, she turned to him. "Thanks for... standing still and judging my samosa-eating skills."
"Thanks for offering it."
"Don't fall in love with me now," she said quickly, half-joking, half-panicking.
He didn't laugh.
But as the doors began to close, he said softly, "Too late."
And then he was gone.
Rihanna stood frozen in the hallway, holding her Tupperware box like it had just proposed to her.
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She was chaos wrapped in chutney.
He wanted to taste more.
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