Samayra didn't say a word only shrugged and pressed the up button of the elevator. "Are you coming or not?", she asked when she found him still standing in front of Rahul's apartment.
"I am, yeah. Just give me a second, I'll drop my bag inside and come," he threw a thumb back in the direction of his apartment and she nodded carefreely. Dhruv pressed the pin to unlock his door and stepped inside to place his belongings onto the floor in a flash.
"Let's go," he murmured, halting inside the elevator to press the button to the tenth floor. Samayra concealed a yawn behind his back and settled against the back wall of the elevator.
"So, what do you want to know?", She suddenly perked up, her hands intertwined in front of herself. He turned his gaze to Samayra without realizing how close their faces were from each other. His breath was caught in his chest, a slight hint of nervousness as he watched her repeat her question, eyes dropping to her mouth for a fraction of a second.
His ears rang with danger and softly he breathed out, rolling his shoulders back as he moved away from her. "Let's start with what you do, You know about me."
Samayra hummed, shaking her body side to side as she thought over her answer. "If you're asking my profession then I'm the Designing department head at Ink. Co. but if you're wondering what I do with myself when I'm not working, I would say I paint."
Dhruv opened his mouth to clear her confusion but ended up huffing a short laugh. "I was asking your profession but it's great to know you're an artist as well. Do you even have time for yourself or for painting?" The elevator door opened and he led them to a staircase to the left.
"Of course! I usually go to work then come back home and have fun by myself so I have loads of time to paint," Samayra chirped up, her shoulders raising in a form of delight that was unknown to both me and Dhruv. "Oh, this is nice!"
"Yes," Dhruv paused and looked around the empty rooftop. "Yes, it is quite nice. Do you have any pictures of something you've painted? I would like to see your art too."
She reached into her pocket and pulled her phone out but her hands were hesitant as she unlocked the device. "Since I only paint for myself, it's not quite nice but works for me," Samayra mentioned as she lamely thrust her phone in Dhruv's direction.
He accepted it and zoomed into the picture that was opened. The painting he expected was to be full of vibrant colors but the majority of Samayra's painting was consisting of darker shades such as blue, red, and black. It was an abstract painting of a boat in what seemed like the night sky. It was unusual but Dhruv liked it regardless. I could see it in his pupils.
"It's perfect," he announced but figured it would be too personal to ask what it meant.
"Thank you," she nodded, graciously accepting the compliment unlike he would've. "Should we just sit down somewhere for a while? I just got off work a little while ago so.."
Samayra trailed off and when Dhruv walked ahead to pat an area clean for her, I caught glimpse of her flushed cheeks. It wasn't surprising with his charm and tender behavior besides she was a fan too. The thing that ticked Dhruv off was that even if she was such a fan, the girl never seemed to be nervous around him, just a little reserved which was fine by both of us.
He jumped up to sit on the tall platform which stayed dusty except for the two spots he had cleared. She seemed a little hesitant to sit beside him but did so a few seconds later. "Yeah so, where were we? Ah yes, designing department head. What do you design?"
Dhruv noticed how Samayra's hands stayed unsure of what to do and she continued to touch her hair over and over. "Clothes, I'm a fashion designer to be specific. Graduated from NIFT and they immediately hired me here. What about you?", she asked with her bottom lip jutted out.
"What about me?", he quirked a brow.
"What do you do?", Dhruv parted his lips and stared while he waited for her to laugh but she didn't so he smacked them together with a frown.
"Seriously? You're asking me what I do? I thought you were a fan?", he half-gasped.
Samayra was a confusing person.
"I am," she clarified simply. "Of your music so I don't know anything about the real you. Tell me, what do you do except 'working' as a musician?"
He rolled his tongue around in his mouth, What did he do except making music?
"Music is everything to me Samayra, it is both what I love and what brings food to the table," Dhruv shrugged, palms placed behind himself and he leaned on them to stare up at the sky.
Samayra clicked her tongue and wagged her finger in the air. "Come on, there has to be something else you like to do too. It can't be possible that all you do all day long is make music. It could be working out, dancing, hiking, cycling, writing, reading, anything."
He stopped staring up and closed his eyes with a hum that caused the girl to quickly look away. I didn't blame her in the least, Dhruv just looked so at peace with life when his eyes were closed but the moment he opened them, there was a struggle visible in his pupils.
His blatant emotional unavailability for other people who didn't know him like I did, made me feel like I was the only one living in his head since an eternity. "I don't know," he said finally.
"Ah," she grinned and turned her head to look at Dhruv once again, this time he matched her timing and stared back. "If you don't know then find out. You're clearly doing something wrong."
"Whenever I'll know, I'll tell you," he smiled. "Moving on to the next question, tell me something Samayra, if you're such a fan then why do I never find you intimidated by myself? I mean not to sound cocky but don't fans usually get really shy or maybe like hyper?"
She shook her head like she had been expecting it and Dhruv's growing interest in her wasn't something I took as positive. "I am a huge fan but I do not flatter myself thinking you and your art are the same things. I am highly intimated by your intelligence and ability to create but you as a person do not intimidate me. Who are you if not another person such as me?"
"Right," he stilled, lips closed and tightly drawn into a line. "Another person such as you."