𝔽𝕀𝕃𝕆𝔽𝕆𝔹𝕀𝕊𝕂

ℝ𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

I took steps towards Danish with a glass of wine for him in one hand and for me in the other. Hearing my footsteps, he turned his head and cut his call as he saw me walking towards him.

"Hey, shorty."

I rolled my eyes at the name but then I just brushed it off. My fight mode was off for now.

"Want some?" I asked, holding out a glass.

"Yeah, sure." He took it from my hand.

As my lips touched the rim of the glass, he stopped me.

"Let's do cheers," he said.

"To what?"

"To...," he trailed off. "Truce?"

"Truce?" I looked at him confusingly. 

Why not? Andrew said he wants to be my friend. I guess I'll give it a shot then. 

"Ok, sure." I nodded. 

"To truce!" me and Danish said together as we raised and clinked our glasses. 

"Woah. This is extremely good. It's dry and smooth," I said after taking a sip of the sky-high wine. 

"Yeah, Andrew has got some selection here," Danish said.

"No one here is gonna rank you for your modesty, Danish," I sneered. 

He looked at me for sometime before saying, "Andrew can't keep his mouth shut, right?"

"Maybe, or we can put it in a way that he's not willing to take credit for something he didn't do," I said, taking another sip.

"Oh, what have we got here? Elka on Andrew's side?" He joshed me.

I rolled my eyes at him again.

"I'm just stating some reasonable facts."

"Yeah, ok." After some time he asked me, "Do you know about Andrew?"

I looked at him and nodded my head.

"He's like a family to you, right?" I asked.

"Yeah. My brother literally brought him up. And my parents see him as their own son. They know everything about him, from being an unwanted child to a runaway, everything," he said with his eyes holding pride and love for his family.

I smiled looking at him. 

Our eyes met for a few good seconds. His dark brown orbs pierced my black ones, causing that bizarre feeling to wash over me again. Shade of crimson crawling from my neck to my face, heat emanating from my skin and breath being erratic. We were having a moment until I forced myself to avert my eyes from his and then took a deep breath. 

What is this fucking feeling?

"So you're physics?" I asked to ease up the tension that was around us. 

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Why though?" I asked feebly. "I have always hated physics, chemistry and anything that involves numbers and makes my head topsy turvy."

"Isn't physics interesting? It makes us understand the world around us and satisfies our curiosity. It is a key to express our creativity, to see the world in new ways and then to change it. Isn't it amazing that every single minute particle has its own peculiarities and uniqueness that evokes thousands of questions in our mind?" he said, his eyes beaming. 

I gave him a pleased look and said, "You're talking to the wrong person."

He chuckled. "Why?"

"I'm more into writing and communication stuff. Just as you are interested in finding answers to satisfy your curiosity, I like communicating with people, building and maintaining cordial relationships with them."