Is he a chameleon?

How can someone change their expressions so quickly? A second before he was all sentimental and shit and now his expressions suddenly changed like we were having a boring, regular conversation.

"Dialogues were good, and the expressions were great too. I think this script will work."

What the fuck is he blabbering about?

Seeing my bewildered expression, he tilted his head a bit, gesturing towards the cab driver, who seemed to have more focus on our conversation than on the road.

Damn! We talked about so many things. Suspect, memory loss and what not. How stupid can we be! Actually, how stupid I can be? I was so focused on Rehaan's condition that I didn't even notice anything else. While the person who was actually sad and emotional, caught the driver eavesdropping.

Well, he was always the observant person though.

"Yeah...you are right. I am sure the boss would be happy with the script we came up with. It was a good mix of emotions, mystery and funny banter," I said, adding onto the drama, hoping the driver would be convinced.

Rehaan and I both relaxed our shoulders, when we saw the suspicious and judgmental look leave the driver's face through the mirror.

"I know right. Thank you so much for enacting my idea. I am so glad that my idea came out so well," Rehaan exaggerated his gratitude, while slyly taking all the credit to himself.

Looking at the side mirror, I saw the driver getting impressed by this jerk too.

This wasn't a competition, but I couldn't just stay still after seeing his smug expression. So here came my attack.

"So true. The script was fantastic. But I think it was missing something."

"Missing...something?" Rehaan asked, shifting in his seat as he already guessed I had something up my sleeves.

I looked at the driver to see he was intrigued about the missing factor too. Great! The table was set. Now it was time for the main dish.

"Romance."

And just like I had imagined, Rehaan's whole composure went out of the window upon hearing the word. Before he could deny or come up with something to end the conversation, I started speaking again.

"How can we forget about such an important genre? This was a beautiful moment. I think the scene would shine even better if we add romance to it." Turning towards the driver, I directly asked him, "What do you think about it?"

"Me?" He coughed, startled upon being caught.

"Come on, don't be shy. We value the opinions of our audience. Right, Rehaan?" I looked towards Rehaan expectantly, while trying to hide my smirk.

"Ye...yes. Please tell us about your opinion," Rehaan agreed disheartedly.

"I found the last sentence really romantic," the driver said dreamily, probably imagining someone, "You are the only one for me in this whole world."

It was now my turn to get embarrassed. I coughed a bit, before correcting awkwardly, "The last line wasn't exactly this. It was more emotional than romantic."

"Potato-potahto." The driver rolled his eyes. "The sentence felt sweet and romantic to me. Even more than the over-used one about the moon and stars."

Embarrassed, I side-eyed Rehaan who suddenly found great interest in his palms. This wasn't my plan. Only Rehaan had to get affected, why I was getting dragged into this.

Leaning closer to Rehaan, I questioned him in a desperate whisper, "This wasn't actually romantic, right? You weren't...you weren't...," I trailed off, not having the courage to even sprout out the question.

Rehaan's eyes widened, as he gulped at my question, before he frantically shook his head, like my question had burned him.

"Then that's good!" I muttered, sighing in relief.

"Wait a minute!" Rehaan muttered, narrowing his eyes at me, "Even if it was romantic, which it wasn't, why are you so bothered by it? Aren't you my girlfriend?" He whispered.

I gulped, looking at him sheepishly, trying to come up with an answer. Fortunately, the driver butted in, saving the day.

"I think what Madam is saying is right."

"What?" Rehaan and I asked in unison.

We both side-eyes each other, before focusing our attention on the driver.

"The last line is beautiful but it won't look romantic if it ends just like that," the driver suggested, looking so happy to be involved in the process of creating the drama.

"Correct," I agreed in an exaggerating way, praising the driver for his input.

Not for the script, but for saving me from getting my lie exposed.

"What say, Rehaan?" I looked at him sweetly, before asking, "Should we end the scene with a hug or kiss?"

To my honey-dipped sweet question, Rehaan's face turned like he had eaten something sour.

"Come on, tell me," I urged him, "A hug or a kiss? How should we end that conversation?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him, teasing him even more.

"I think both would go well," the driver suggested, "first a kiss and then end the episode with a hug."

"Wow! That's a great idea," I complimented the driver, before nudging Rehaan's shoulder with mine.

"What say? Should we go along with this idea?" I asked cheekily, removing all the doubts he had about me getting bothered about him being romantic.

He cleared his throat while avoiding my gaze. The red hue that had started appearing on his cheeks had reached his ears. It was so fun to tease him like this. He looked so cute.

'Beware, it is only fun until he is awkward. The moment he decides to forgo the feelings and jump directly into action, you will be one who will have to run and hide,' my subconscious warned me.

I straightened up, scared as the alarm bells rang in my mind.

I cleared my throat. "Thanks for your input," I said to the driver, effectively ending the conversation.

The driver looked like he wanted to continue, but then gave up seeing that both of us weren't interested.

Rehaan sighed, patting his chest lightly, while still avoiding my eyes. He kept looking out of the window, not saying a word, even after a few minutes had passed.

Feeling bad that I crossed my limits, I apologized sincerely, "I am sorry. I went overboard with my teasing."

He finally turned towards me, making me relieved.

"Don't be. I am one who's sorry," he muttered in a quiet voice, looking guilty.

But why was he guilty? I was the one who made fun of him.

"Whyyy?" I asked my confusion out loud.

"I just realized that I haven't been really fair to you."

"Huh?"

That jerk didn't elaborate further, gesturing towards the still eavesdropping driver.

"Type," I said, forwarding my phone to him, but he just shook his head, pushing back my hand.

"Type," I ordered sternly, getting anxious by the sudden guilt of his.

What did he mean by not being fair to me?

Has he done something I am not aware of?

Argh! So scary! Just what the heck is he thinking?

"Type," I whisper-yelled, before forcefully putting my phone in his palm.

"Hugs and kisses."

"Huh?" I looked at him confused, not understanding where he was going with this.

He rolled his eyes at me, before typing again.

"You don't get them anymore. It must be hard for you to control yourself every day. You are my girlfriend yet you have to maintain a safe distance."

I closed my eyes reading his long message.

Who was going to inform this guilty fellow that I very much preferred the safe distance.

"You do realize that I was just teasing you, right?" I asked out loud, knowing the messages wouldn't be effective.

To heck with that eavesdropping driver. He could think whatever he wanted to.

"Rehaan?"

"I know," he nodded, "...but—"

"No buts," I interrupted him, before he could go back to his guilt trip.

"I am really fine with whatever we have now. So don't feel guilty. I was just teasing you. And now I realize that I went too far. I promise it won't happen again."

"Are you sure?"

Looking at my flared nostrils, he muttered, "Right, sorry, forgot you hate this question."

"Glad you remember." I huffed.

"But you don't really want me to try. I can just force myself once and maybe it will happen naturally next time," he suggested, while trembling at his own idea.

"NO," I said sternly, with no other explanation, looking dead into his eyes, so he knew how serious I was.

He visibly calmed down, making me wonder why he even suggested something that he wasn't even able to imagine.

The situation had calmed down today, but it made one thing very clear-

No matter how suspicious he got, this new Rehaan cared about my feelings.