-- which cake to cut into first. [Aahana Sarthi. [I/A].]

-- sliver of his piece and ate it. "Not bad, Aahana Sarthi. [I/A]. But I think you might've put one too many blueberries in it."

-- chocolate one closer. "This one doesn't look so bad, Aahana Sarthi. [I/A]."

-- a month if he tried. Taking the cellphone within reach out of his pocket, Mercury dialed in, Aahana Sarthi. [I/A]' number, put it to his --

-- ear and awaited, Aahana Sarthi. [I/A]' answer. Random thoughts and questions of what he should ask her when she picked up floated around --

-- his head. [Aahana Sarthi. [I/A].]

"Woah, Aahana Sarthi. [I/A]. No need to be hostile." He said. "Now I understand why, Oliver called Hostile Indian Woman." He laughed, running --

-- his hand through his newly faint dirty blonde hair. [Aahana Sarthi. [I/A].]

Mercury laughed thinking about the poor people that had felt, Aahana Sarthi. [I/A]' wrath. "Ugh, nothing much...Y'know I just thought I'd --

-- call to see how you were doing...how your day was going?" He sounded like a worried husband, well he wished. -- [Aahana Sarthi. [I/A].]

-- "How excally is your day going?" He asked. "You said something about it being weird?" [Aahana Sarthi. [I/A].]

"No problem, Aahana Sarthi. [I/A]." He chuckled over the phone. "My day is going quite well I just finished a triathlon which was fun." --

-- He said. "But I don't wanna bore you with how well my day is, Aahana Sarthi. [I/A]. How about instead I take you out for some coffee to --

-- relax a bit." [Aahana Sarthi. [I/A].]

"Meet me at Café de Amour it's a wonderful new coffee shop one of my friends told me about." He added -- "I don't think -- [Aahana Sarthi. [I/A].]

-- it's that far from you. I'll text you the directions." [Aahana Sarthi. [I/A].]