One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

Was that a move? He mentioned my room. Did he want to come upstairs? Or he could
technically want me to go up and bring down some pictures. Heck, I had Aditi didi’s photos on my
phone. So is this a move? Will someone tell me, please?
I smiled at him.
‘No, really,’ Debu said,
‘That’s sweet. So are you.’
‘Pretty?’
I laughed. ‘No. Handsome. Smart. Creative too.’
‘Thanks,’ he said.
‘Okay, I think I have some photos on my laptop upstairs. You want to come up?’ I said.