He ran his hand through his wet hair. “I needed a way to show you how sorry I am. I know I apologized about everything with Emerald. Kam, I don’t want to lose this friendship.” He shrugged and pointed at the picture. “You said we were going to retire and run a momo cart together one day. I’m hoping I haven’t destroyed our retirement plan. We’re still friends, right?”

Kamila exhaled. “Friends. Like, tell-each-other-everything kind of friends?”

Rohan looked at her intensely. He’d always done that. Looked at her like he wasn’t sure what to make of her. Finally, he spoke quietly. “Yes. Exactly that kind of friends.”

They stared at each other for several seconds. Kamila didn’t know what he was thinking. She knew what she was thinking, though. She was thinking that it would be utterly impossible for her to look at that face, the face of her friend, and not tell him everything she felt for him. And she knew that telling him would be the end of the friendship.

Unless…that look in his eyes. He was still staring at her. Could she be wrong about his feelings? She’d had a lot of friends. None of them had photoshopped a picture of the two of them in their retirement together. That didn’t sound like a friend thing.

Could it be possible? She didn’t know how to ask.

She exhaled. “Okay, then. Let’s be the kind of friends who tell each other everything. Would you tell me if you developed feelings for someone? Like…strong feelings?”

He stared at her even longer. Eyes still unreadable. The rain pelted loudly in her ears.

“I would tell you,” he finally said. “I wanted to recently. But…the current situation made it hard to say anything.”

She waited for him to say more. Because she wasn’t completely sure what he meant. Or…who.

Eventually, he looked away. “Kamila, don’t pretend you don’t know it’s you. I’ve developed feelings for you.”

Kamila blinked, staring at the side of his face. He’d said the words. It was her.

“How can you not see it?” he asked, turning back to her. “Almost everything I do is for you.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head and looking down at the photograph. “You tolerate me. You think I’m troublesome. You humor me. You’re fond of me, but that’s it.”

“I’m in love with you.”

“What did you say?” she whispered, looking up at him.