I was dying I needed to laugh so hard. I nudged Jira. Jira quickly caught on, “Do you want to ride it? I can go in Shyam’s car.”
“Really? That would be incredible.” Ceirra breathed.
As soon as we were in the car I burst out laughing, “That was hilarious. You should totally be a Thesbian Ceirra.”
Ceirra laughed, “No thanks. They’re a little too… um…”
“Please don’t say weird, Ceirra,” I critisized.
She laughed, “Ok, they’re just not my type.”
It was weird to hear her laugh. She didn’t laugh much. It was a nice laugh. I wondered if my evil plan would work out in the end; it certainly was starting off great.
What’s important now is to just leave them alone. Let what will happen happen. There’s no forcing these things.
I turned, talking to Jake beside me. When we reached the theatre, Jake’s phone rang.
He answered it, “It’s Jira, hang on a sec… Hey Jira… What? ... Jira, um, sorry but, are you lying? or is he lying?... Jira… Fine. Just, be careful ok?... I’m serious… whatever. Goodbye.”