The Secret Formula
Janani sighed - raining again. She hailed a cab, but it sprayed her badly, the mud clinging to her lips. She spat it out.
Her cute neighbor San, stepping out of the building, chuckled. Staying pristinely clean, he hailed a taxi for her, and then asked if they could ride together. She was riding uptown, too, right?
She nodded eagerly. Finally, after all these months, he’d noticed her!
They rode together silently. She tried not to smile too much, and inched her hand closer to his on the seat. He made idle conversation.
When they got to her office, she grinned giddily, and waved, then tripped and fell face-first into the wet asphalt. Bard was waiting at the door and ran to pick her up, using his jacket to wipe the black dust off her face.
She sheepishly walked in with him, took the elevator up to the lab, and they began to mix their secret formula. Unfortunately, the floor was slippery from their shoes, and Janani found herself sailing backward as the beaker flew in the air. It splashed on her and Bard.
“Quick!” he yelled. “Before the acid eats into you!”
They started to remove their clothes, hearing the sizzling already as the concoction dissolved their clothing bit by bit. They’d just removed almost everything when San ran in, out of breath, holding Janani’s purse.
He gazed from Bard - wearing only underwear and socks, to Janani, undoing the last button on her shirt.
He smirked and left the bag on the floor, gave them a double thumbs up, and walked out backwards.
She called after him desperately, resigned.
“It’s not what it looks like.”
© Promise Rani