We hugged tightly, lips locked longingly, tongues cautiously explored.‘Do you want to come to my place?’ I said.‘Yes let’s go.’I was staying...in Willesden Green, which at the time was the most happening Kiwi town in London, although I had no idea of this because my brother’s mates hadn’t really invited me out anywhere. Guy’s like Macey and his Torque parties were part of your staple diet every weekend.Anyway it was a Wednesday and everyone was at work.We got inside and began to pull each other’s. Steve must of thought the same thing, because he had us go to a table back in the corner. He started to say something, then stopped, like he wasn't quite sure how to say it, and he kept starting to say something, but he just couldn't get it out. I felt bad for him, I felt like he was maybe too embarrassed or nervous or scared or something, and my heart just went out to him, like it did that first day in the Galleria, by the big clock. I thought that maybe if I started, it would take a little of. I apologies to readers as my description was lengthy, all this I have written is just to tell my readers that Swathi was not those “chalu” type girl and its only that it happened and I don’t want anyone to point fingers.Now I come to the story directly, on the fateful day , I was in my seat , working in my laptop and suddenly I could see Swathi standing back of me, and as I looked back she acknowledged me by calling , bhai …..as she addresses me, I responded by asking ha bol, she then told. I didn't want to ask Tommy or Richie or Carlos what it meant. I didn't want to sound stupid, you know?"I nodded. Nobody wants to sound stupid in front of their friends.He continued, "So I said, 'Sure, anytime, ' and she said I should call her and meet her after school. She said that maybe we could do some homework together, or something. But I don't think she really was talking about school homework." He stood up. "Now I know what I'm gonna call her for, at least. Thanks, Sean." Hold on there,.