|𝐵𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝐵𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑠|

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Rhea Devan didn't like people in first meet. She has a weird connection with humans. A hard nut to crack but soft on inside. She wasn't the most warmest person on a cold night, last person anyone could seek comfort in. Her relationship with her near ones wasn't dented but was fragile, balancing on a delicate thread and thin patience.

Patience, Other than an outrageous introverted personality, Rhea sported an impatient strike to her. She detested tardiness, gauche behaviour and wearing pants. The idea of jeans was almost nauseating, a huckery. Totally unsophisticated and uncalled.

When Ayla Akhtar stumbled out of her SUV in the most brazen manner seventeen minutes late in a pair of extremely hideous jeans, The scarcely socialising mood was off the plan. Passing a tight smile her best friend's way, she walked inside the cafe.

Ayla Akhtar knew she had acted in the most un-lady like pattern, at least in the books of her friend. A small smile enveloped her face at her grumpy nature. Rolling her eyes at nothing in air, she slipped her arm into hers, "Ayla Akhtar, the fuck are you wearing?" A small chuckle slipped her mouth which she suppressed quickly, "Jeans?"

" This is not the place to wear jeans. Ayla." She muttered, pulling a seat. "who cares Rhea. I wasn't in mood to play dress-up this particular morning." Ayla appeared simple, even basic. Especially next to Rhea who was dressed to nines, but she liked it. The art of intricacies was tiring.  The two of them were contrasting in every sense, but somehow clicked together. "And why is that?" The only reply she could muster was a shrug.

"Hello, Are you both ready to order your drinks?" It was one of those days where Ayla desired Tuscan pasta, hot and creamy with pink lemonade. She nodded signalling her usual so Rhea could place an order for both of them. "One pink lemonade and one cranberry spritzer." As mentioned, they were a perfect blend of complex and fundamental.

"So how did your date go yesterday?" Ayla took a moment to answer, the creamy. Tuscan pasta was too savoury for her taste buds, "Good, great even until he pulled that stunt."

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