Chapter 3 – The Misunderstanding

He could have excused himself, but instead, he turned off his phone, placed it on his lap, and whispered, “I’m sorry, I can’t leave now. I’d rather spend this night with you.”

“Arjun. And I’m really, really sorry about your tomatoes.”

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked, trying not to sound like he was reciting a line from the film.