Vice scratched his cropped hair with his knuckles, wincing apologetically at Aavani. "Is he here? Can I talk with him?"
Aavani's expression shuttered like a window. "Ah, now you want to talk! I guess you were too busy in the last five months to answer his calls." Her gaze shifted towards Ivo standing a few paces behind Vice. "But you have a short attention span. I told Nikhil all about it."
"I really was busy." He wasn't being very convincing. "But I'm not here to talk wit Nikhil, actually, I'm here for you."
Her dark eyebrows climbed up her smooth forehead, disturbing the designs on her skin. "You need something from me?"
Vice nodded, smiling his most charming smile.
"What makes you think I'll help you after you were so shitty to Nikhil?"
"Your brother should know better than to believe love declarations from guys under the influence."
Ivo: fuck, can't believe I'm a ghost