The Delhi Chapter : Page 49

As I reached the office, my corner looked strikingly fuller.

Seemed like a bunch of them were back from some shoot.

Then I suddenly remembered Jonathan’s advice to me.

To 'catch hold of' someone by the name of Khurram.

To take me through the different softwares.

I remembered the seat he'd pointed at.

Diagonally behind mine.

And as a reflex, I happened to turn around.

And check if the seat was still untaken.

As a matter of fact, it was not.

A boy (maybe I could call him a man) wearing an apple-green, bleached pull-over and royal blue jeans was sitting on it.
Chit-chatting with the others (presumably from his team).

A Tissot watch with a chocolate brown strap, and a pair of beige suede shoes, clearly gave away where he came from.

[ Not to say that it didn’t speak volumes about his terrific taste. As well. ] 

So a + 1 to him was justified.   

He wouldn’t be a day older than 26.

Had an open face.

Easy-to-read eyes.

A general air of intelligence.

A stunning smile.

And a rather sharp assertion of a nose.

So yes, was the best-looking boy I saw in Ogilvy.
Or in all of Delhi, since I came.

Even that.

[ And if a boy who looked like that, sat diagonally opposite you in your office.
It clearly didn't help your case.

Or any of your campaigns, for that. ]