“Don’t hide from me,” Rohan said, taking her hands off her face as a big drop of water fell onto her cheek. He wiped the water running down her skin with the back of his hand. “I did bring Maricel here today. But that was because she spent the night at Kevin’s, and he knew I was coming here, so he asked if I would drive her. He’d be here, too, but he’s working at Boba Noodle today, because his aunt’s daughter had a baby.”

Kamila froze. Kevin? Boba tea guy? OMG, Maricel was dating boba tea guy! How utterly perfect!

“Why would he call you to drive her? You barely know him,” Kamila said.

“I’m mentoring him for his law school application. We’ve become friends. I encouraged him to ask Maricel out when she kept coming to the shop for his tea. She’s a sweet girl—I think they’re well suited.”

Kamila smiled a little. “You match-made?”

Rohan pushed his hair off his face and let out an exasperated breath. “Yes.”

“Then you only came here today because Maricel needed a ride?”

“No! Of course not!”

“Then why are you here?”

He shook his head. “We need to talk…not only about the business, though.” He rustled in his bag and pulled out a plastic bag. He handed it to Kamila. “This is for you.”

Confused, she took the bag, shifting a bit so whatever was in it wouldn’t get rained on as she pulled it out. It was a picture frame. And the picture in it made Kamila bark an inelegant laugh when she saw it.

It was a photo of a small, run-down food cart on a rickshaw, probably taken somewhere in India. The sign on the cart said SIZZLING MOMOS—BEST IN TOWN. On either side of the cart, wearing bright T-shirts that said SIZZLING MOMOS, were Rohan and Kamila, clearly photoshopped. Rohan’s hair was graying, but Kamila’s hair was in big, voluminous curls. Sitting on the bicycle seat of the rickshaw was Darcy.

“Oh my god. Who did this?” Kamila asked. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. This was the most amazing piece of art she’d ever seen.

“Last night I learned that you can hire someone online to manipulate a photograph at any hour of the day.”

Kamila shook her head, still in awe of the picture. This, with its surrealism and bright colors, would look amazing in her house. She was going to get it printed on canvas. But she didn’t understand why Rohan had commissioned it. “Why did you do this?”