“MISTER. VANSH. BAWEJA!” 
Vansh turned behind like a deer caught in the headlights. My eyes were buldging with rage. Pure rage. How dare he humiliate me like that in front of the whole department? I didn't even hesitate to remove my sandal and hold its ends with my hand. His face went white. 
“Co- come on, Natasha, it's no big deal! It's just two photos and a five second video. There's nothing vulgar. Just funny faces and you skipping stone tiles. I could have sent worse but I didn't. See, I'm a considerate man.” Vansh spoke for his life, displaying his hands in defeat. 
“Considerate man?!” I repeated loudly. “Ah, I'm so lucky, I was spared! Ugh, today must be one of those days. You know Dave approached me a few minutes ago, saying I was hilarious and how he wanted to take me out for coffee. Dave, who's not even on our team. If he could get access to my clip then, god damn well save my ass. I'll be scarred from my professional dignity. All because of you! For what? Revenge because I outdid you back then? Get a life!” 
Vansh took a cautious step forward, looking guilty. “Alright, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your reputation. I'll delete those videos from the group, okay. It's no big deal. People will forget all about it in a few days. Ain't nobody got the time to think about how Natasha behaved while drunk. Most people eat, drink and party. If you feel that bad then, I'll make a funny video of myself and share it on WhatsApp as well. Are we cool now?”
Well, that did cool me down a bit. Especially when I saw my video deleted from the group. When I nodded, Vansh took that as a sign to come near. As soon as he was two feet away, I smacked his shoulder with the edge of my palm, earning a sharp wail from his mouth. I hardly let him recover as I kicked his leg, too, making him lose his balance. “Ow, ow, what was that for, you—?” He groaned. 
“Go figure.” With that, I turned around to leave. Unfortunately, Vansh caught me after a few steps. 
“You!” He raised his voice, catching my attention. “Do you have any idea what I went through last night? I came for you even when I was tired. I did since you're my friend.” 
“But I never—” 
“I got drunk with you, rescued you, tolerated you, took you home, and carried your sorry ass to bed, despite my intoxicated state. But YOU— You're damn too egoistic to  utter a single word of gratitude! Not to forget the fabulous stunt you pulled at the end,” Vansh said, his face literally slapping against mine as he ranted. My back hit the wall, forcing me to stay rooted. I was about to demand what the fuck was he doing, but then his last words registered my head. 
I tilted my head, “Stunt, what stunt?” 
“Oh, God! Don't tell me you forgot?” Vansh facepalmed. “That thing you did before the taxi arrived. You were trying to tell me something about my lost jacket but I couldn't understand your slurry words so you inched closer... Come on, don't you remember?!” 
My forehead creased as I tried to jog my memory. I replayed it from the beginning- drinking contest, a crazy bitch with her two minions, the car ride to the imaginary wall of China, Charles River bridge, depressing talk about life and the depth of the sea, missing Rithik, the kiss, cab ride back home. 
Wait, what?! Kiss? And to this jerk? Hehhh!
“Big deal!” I spoke, waving a dismissive hand. I tried to recall but I couldn't remember much. From what I assumed, it was just a two second touch on the lips. “I don't think it was a proper kiss anyway. Like a French greeting you know. I barely remember. Perhaps I mistook you for someone else.” 
“No big deal?” He repeated incredulously. 
An argument ensued between us for God knows what reason. I told Vansh he shouldn't have bothered to show his crackhead yesterday if I was that troublesome and he agreed saying how he regretted it. With nothing more to say, we stormed off. I pressed my temple, my headache becoming more apparent now. Whatever, I had more important things to deal with.