Me: umm, bas koi accha lagta hai but kabhi bola ni.She: ohh, kon?Me:tumhari hi baat chalrai hai.She: rehne do, itne saalo me toh kabhi kuch nahi bola ...umne.Me:himmat ni hui.She:ohh, ab kese himmat aagaiMe:I know na, nahi bola toh bol ni paunga.She:chalo ohk, abhi jana hai meko, kal milna shaam ko bahar nadi k paas.And then she left, I was so stunned after hearing that she didnt shout or didnt tell anyone else.Next day,we met at riverside and went for a walk n baatein chali thodi, utte me 7 k. “What?”“Private joke from last night,” Brenda covered.Cynthia didn’t look impressed.I wonder if the trigger is affecting Cynthia too.After a moment of silence, Cynthia sucked her teeth and said, “Whatever. Are we meeting for lunch? I have a one o’clock break.”“I’m free,” said Katie.“Works for me,” said Brenda. “Katie, you coming by tonight?”“Yeah,” she replied. “If you’re not fucking Kyle,” she added playfully.Brenda shook her head happily. “Nope. Broke up.”“Come again?” said Cynthia.“That’s. Gaudy neon lights bathed the art deco buildings in splashes of eye-catching colour which bled from one shade to the next, whilst the beat of the drums and the throbbing strum of acoustic guitar strings breathed a new life onto the street once the sun set below the horizon. The hypnotic sounds spilled enticingly from the open doorways of hotels and nightclubs, as bright and as colourful as the costumes of the Havana carnival. The Latino rhythm was Miami’s melodic heartbeat. Sereno was one of the. As they walked towards her approaching from the oppositedirection of the path, they began to talk loudly, so that she could hear them.They were doing it for her benefit or harassment, saying, ?Look at the whiteslut, she forgot her clothes? and ?She must be a whore dressed like that? whoresdress like that all the time?, look at her showing her little white ass off.? Candidecided to ignore them and pass by them, but one of the girls, as she passed,intentionally bumped hard into Candi. Candi.