Deepika's PoV

"Seriously? The proper way to say Pani Puri is Pani Puri!" Shreyas snorted, glaring daggers at me. I rolled my eyes. "Gol Gappe" I corrected, he tossed his hands in the air with a groan.

"Come on, you can't get proper chaat anywhere but Mumbai," Shreyas argued, I rolled my eyes. "Haan, other cities don't serve food, they serve poison," I responded, the words laced with sarcasm.

"Glad you agree," He flashed me a cheeky grin, 

"Shut up," I smacked him with the coat, the grin didn't budge from his face. I let out a huff, "How much longer is that Dick-Head friend of yours, gonna take?"

"As the name says, he's a dick head." Shreyas shrugged, "So, we can only hope."

"Hope isn't gonna help when we die of suffocation," I retorted, he rolled his eyes, "Your certainly a ray of sunshine,"

"I know," 

He let out another groan, "How long have been down here?"

"We're on the higher floors so the proper way to say it is, "How long have we been in the middle"," I corrected, he waved his hands in the air in the usual "I don't care" motion. 

"But it's been five minutes since you'd last repeated that question, so in total," I paused, "Thirty Minutes,"

"Any boyfriend I should worry about since I'm spending probably another hour with you?" Shreyas's gaze was fixated on the metal elevator. 

"Nope, My last one disappeared." I shrugged good-naturedly, the elevator was then shrouded with silence.

"Any girlfriend I should worry about?" I attempted to ease out the sudden tension in the air.

"Not really,"

"Okaay?" I dragged the syllables of the word.

Once again, a curtain of silence enveloped us.

"I still say Pani Puri," Shreyas spoke up, I rolled my eyes.

"Gol. Gappe."  

The two of us exchanged grins, like we were best friends who've known each other since diapers when in reality, we met thirty minutes ago.