Twinj OS: Knowing

"Admit it Twinkle Taneja, you're pretty much disappointed aren't you?"

 I ask her blocking her route with my stern frame. She flips her head and for a millisecond the thin strand  adorning her cheeks levitate. She looks beautiful when she does that. Wait what? She's beautiful? Since when Kunj? The dominant hemisphere of my sentience barks at me. I chose to ignore it anyway. I've had pretty much for the night.

 "Why would I be disappointed Kunj?" She says, and the way she says makes it more of an assertion than a question.

 I bask in her words. I needed time to pull together a solid reply.

"Because you missed the chance of gracing your life with the presence of the most handsome, the most reliable guy in the world." I finally tell her.

 She looks stunned. Her eyes wide, her brown orbs thriving beyond the confined space. Then she laughs. She just laughs. I didn't know I could make her laugh and in no way did I intend to.  I suspect that the burial must have malfunctioned my cerebrum.

 "Ouch Twinkle, that hurts." I fake plaint.

 "I'm sorry for your ego Kunj." and she laughs harder.

 "Mines is nothing compared to yours Twinkle." I do not intend to lose Miss.

 "You..." and she counters me on the chest. I could not tell if that was the nice Twinkle or the angry one. Boy, but she knew how to punch.

 I smile.

 "What are you grinning for?" she inquires aiming her eyes at mine.

"I'm just thankful that I escaped from being your punching bag for the rest of my life." Her eyes reflect her minds disarray. Her brain was probably was in need of more oxygen to derive the energy to process my words.

 "So what are we, friend now?" her eyes are expectant now.

 Are we friend? I ask myself.

 Do I love her? Probably not.

 Do I care for her? Maybe.

 So can we be friends?

 "I like that Twinkle." I assure her. "I like friends."

 Her lips curve and she extends her arm offering a handshake. Had her hand been proposed to me in any other way, especially like the way it was supposed to be today I wouldn't have received it with half the amount of carefreeness I now accept it with.

 "Kunj," she hesitates.

 What is it Twinkle? She seemed like she desired to tell me something, but I didn't know if she would.

 "I'm glad we didn't get married. It wouldn't have been right." she says, finally.

 I know Twinkle. I know. I'm glad that you know too.