"DIRECTLY to the point, I see," he began with humour. "Well, um, I always knew studying wasn't my thing and I wanted more than just an ordinary life. Then, I came across travel blogging and it hit me–"

"What does this have to do with India?"

"Hear me out, okay?" He said, "I ran from my house when I was seventeen again but with a plan. I left a letter behind, kinda as you did. I started the blog and would stop by towns, work for a month and then travel again. A few months passed by and I decided to call my parents because I was feeling homesick and lacked motivation. At first, they refused to talk but my mum slipped out about how my elder brother had contacted her that he was in India and was still in search of his birth parents.

"Since then, I have found a purpose. To earn money and visit India and meet him. I tried calling him, left texts and whatnot but I don't know if he will ever respond. Plus, I barely have earned enough money to buy the tickets. I need more money and this sponsorship is a huge deal. It will be enough for me to buy the tickets."

Aahana didn't expect all this. She thought he'd say something like 'India is a nice place' or 'my origin is from India.' She had, unintentionally, dipped her hand in deep waters. She was shocked by his answer but she was more stunned to hear it from him. He opened up to her and she didn't know why.

Thank God. She thought. He can't see my reaction right now.

"Wow. I don't know what to say," she replied honestly.

"You can, however, answer my question." He added, "How many boyfriends did you have and if you have one right now?"

She laughed. "No one at this present moment and, um, I had about...oh, yeah. I had three boyfriends. One in India and two here."

He nodded. "My turn, what was the best day of your life?"

"When I bought Breezy." She glanced at the rearview mirror to find him smiling. She awed in silence.

"What do you want to do? What are you passionate about?" Aahana's smile faded as quickly as it had appeared. She gulped and focused on the road. A lump of saliva stuck in her throat. Words couldn't crawl out of her mouth.

"Uh-oh. I asked the wrong question, didn't I?"

After a long pause, she blew a deep breath loudly. "I, um, can we please skip this question? I c-can't-" Her voice cracked.

"Yeah, um, sure. I'll ask something else; what would you choose--painting or dancing?"

She almost didn't hear his question. The flashbacks that she kept having refrained her from speaking or paying attention to anything. The memories crept back as tears formed in her eyes. She swallowed it all and tried to keep her voice straight as she answered in a chirpy voice;

"Both." She held the steering wheel too tightly. It had begun to hurt at a minimum level. "What's your favourite colour?" She had guessed his answer but she tried to keep the normal conversation going, so that he wouldn't press her with other questions.

"Um, I don't have one. I like all colours." She widened her eyes.

"What?" She yelled. It startled him. "I thought you'd say blue."

"Why?"

"Breezy is blue in colour," she said as a matter of factly.

"Right." He chuckled. "Blue was the only available colour but maybe you're right. I do like pastel blue."

She smiled, forgetting what she was previously upset about. "Called it."

Peaceful silence filled in the air. She turned to him with a smile on his face. His head was faced to the front. He still had the blindfold on. He was oblivious to the world right now and that's what she liked--it made her easier to be herself. She was tired of dissembling someone she isn't. From the past year, she has been trying to show her true side to herself but the sad part is, no one noticed any changes. But Everett. He looked through her. She would find him noticing her like no one else ever did and she liked him for who he was.

She liked him.

"And we're here!" She announced and spread her hands in the air. She jumped out of the van and rushed to the other side to help him get off the van.

"Can I take the blindfolds off now?" He asked when he had successfully gotten down without stumbling. She hummed and made him take a few steps forward. She stood behind him and took the blindfold off. Quickly, she stepped beside him to see his reaction.

He stared at the area in front of them. It was filling up with people. The stage stood at a far end of the ground. He looked mesmerised. She smiled at him and took two tickets out of her pocket.

"You got tickets for the concert by my favourite band!" He was surprised. His smile was contagious.

When he told her that he had cancelled his plans for her, she couldn't take it. Whilst he was taking a shower, she sneaked into his laptop (his password was easy to crack) and found out which band he is a huge fan of.

Why don't we.

She contacted her numerous friends to help her buy tickets before they were sold out. After a lot of work, she finally managed to get two VIP tickets. Now, looking at his face, every effort seemed worth it. "The concert starts in thirty minutes. Shall we?" He bit his bottom lip and followed her. They made their way to the front. It had started to darken. The spotlights began to turn on one by one. The crowd began to yell, ready for the band to walk on the stage.The crowd bellowed when the band showed up. They waved at their fans.

"Are you ready for a fun evening, limelights?" The guy with sandy blonde hair asked. Aahana glanced at Everett.

I sure am. She thought.