pickup lines

Author’s P. O. V.

“Okay I’m in,” Kabir said as she nodded.

“Excuse me, can I get—never mind,” she was about to ask for a paper and pen; she wanted to write down things but then it would be painfully slow and besides she got doctor writing, no one will be able to understand what she wrote.

“You need something?” Kabir asked but she shook her head.

“Yeah, so where were we? Not asking questions, right,” She said as Kabir nodded; finishing off her drink she looked at him with a smile.

“Tell your pick lines, one you, one me,” She said Kabir smirked.

“I was right then, you are a freaky one,” Kabir commented.

“I can be adventurous when I want to,” She winked back at him as he took her glass out of her hand, smelling it.

“What happened?” She asked confused.

“Nothing you are different, I thought there was alcohol mixed in this but it’s not,” He said as she chuckled.

“You too think of me as a goody two-shoe,” Sherlin stated.

“Of course, you look like one,” He said as a few of locks fell on his f