One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

‘I am quite full. Really, thanks so much,’ I said.
‘Really?’ she said. ‘We hardly spoke.’
‘I am sure we will meet up soon,’ I said.
‘Of course,’ Neel said, adding a comment when there was no need to.
‘Bye, Siya. Bye, Aryan,’ I said.
‘Bye, Feedy Didi,’ Aryan said and everyone laughed.
Feedy Didi dashed out of the food court.