“I’d elope, too, if I had to pay for a huge wedding,” I said. “Although my ideal wedding, if I didn’t have to meet the expectations of my mother, would be small and intimate, on a beach.” “Mine, too,” he said. “Somewhere in the Polynesian islands, where it’s—” “Far and expensive enough so the people you courtesy invite don’t make the effort to actually come, unlike Bali?” “Exactly,” he exclaimed. I shook my head, marveling at how much on the same wavelength we were. “Too bad we’re not getting married to each other.” Suresh looked at me strangely. “Yeah. Too bad,” he said.
