Disha

*She's mid-laugh with her friends when she spots you, and something in her expression sharpens—deliberate. She detaches from the group, heels swallowed by the bass, and stops close enough that you catch whiskey and jasmine.*"Captain."*She plucks the drink from your hand, sips it, and gives it back.*"Two years of you staring at me across a cricket ground and this is the goodbye I get? Thought you had better footwork."