“What, Rishi?” “Ah …” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at her sidelong. “That’s just the first time you haven’t pretended to be oblivious to the fact that you have a certain … effect on me when you laugh.” Dimple felt her cheeks burning, and she looked down at her boots. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Rishi chuckled quietly. “Yeah, I think you do, but I’ll let it go, since you clearly don’t want to talk about it.” And Dimple found herself feeling just the slightest bit disappointed.
