"If you won't believe in love, you would never realise the love I have for you, sunflower."
...
"Zubair," I elbow him; he's sitting right next to me. Offering him my empty plate, I say, "I'm hungry. Get me more cake."
The way he raises his eyebrow is so comical that I can't stop myself from grinning.
"What?" I whine. "Do it, no! Please! I'm too tired to get up, but I'm also hungry, so please get it for me! It's an order!"
"Why should I listen to you?" he asks, licking the cake off his spoon.
"Because it's my birthday, and I deserve special treatment, why else?" I say rhetorically. "Besides you shouldn't need a reason to do something for your friend. Friends love each other, which is why they listen to what the other asks them to do, and they do it!"
"But I don't love you," he deadpans, looking at me sideways with a serious expression. "I think you've confused me with Ayan."
