Adhira had been on exactly two dates in her whole college life so far, and both were disasters.

She spilt ketchup on her top on the first date, and her date took it upon himself to help her get rid of the stain. It was awkward, and it was still one of her least favourite memories, but he did ask her for another date. And because she was trying to prove to herself that she was over her teenage crush on her best friend’s older brother, who was, according to her, way out of her league, she had accepted. It went better than the last one, at least there was no spilling of food on her clothes.