Winter break could only mean one thing Landaaan.
Right after sunset, he texted me, "Be ready in an hour. We're going out." An hour? Is he kidding me?! He didn't even tell me what to wear! Where is he taking me? Crap. We should've co planned this!
Sometimes I swear, I'm not cut out for rich people food
You would think that post-graduate sets us for life with a five digit bank balance, designer stilettos to work, hundred dollar suits, high rolling cars, a gentleman by your side, fancy dinner every night, and a whole lot of conversations with drinks in our hands.