The elevator button lights up as soon as Dylan hits it and for a second Dabbu's attention gets diverted from what she was saying.
"It's. Sooo. Bringht!!" Dabbu says emphasizing each word. She looks at the button like it's the first time she has ever seen elevator buttons.
"Wait, finish what you were saying. That I am incredibly handsome and...?"
Dabbu puts her right index finger on her cheek and thinks to herself, her eyes moving left and right. Then without hesitation or any sign of discomfort blurts, "and I think I'm starting to like you". Dylan flushes a bit. Quickly regaining his composure, Dylan hoists up Dabbu in his arms.
"DYLAN SINGH SEKHAWAT! ARE YOU BLUSHING???" Dabbu actually screams at the top of her lungs. Of course she screams. And of course the elevator door is wide open with at least 5 audiences who are now giggling. Despite himself, Dylan lets out a chuckle and playfully shushes Dabbu. Suddenly, her index finger moves from her cheek to her lips.
Dabbu had one glass of drink. One. And she is gone. Talk about lightweight. But how did she even get alcohol when Dylan knew that she had ordered just a lime soda. Dylan makes a mental note to speak with the manager tomorrow morning. Right now, he has important matters to deal with. Ms. Morcha is drunk out of her mind, though Dylan doesn't mind much since she is being insanely adorable.
"Give me your keys." Dylan commands as soon as they're outside Room 703.
"Bag", is all Dabbu replies with.
Dylan starts by making sure Dabbu's feet hit the ground first as he's putting her down on the red "WELCOME" rug, and finally lets go of her.
"Stay still." Dabbu does not stay still. She is going on about how cute her dress is, how cute Dylan is, and how her heels are hurting her ankles. Dylan eyes her ankles quick and sees a small bruise in each one. He grimaces.
"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt too much", Dabbu reassures while she's ear to ear with her grinning. Her front two teeth are a little crooked and of course Dylan finds it cute. He rolls his eyes at her for knowing what he was thinking. He can't help that he gets worried about someone who goes looking for trouble. She is a total klutz and a maniac that he can't help but feel a little protective towards her. His thoughts are interrupted by Dabbu making "vroom vroom" sounds.
"What are you doing Debjani?"
"Call me Dabbu!!!!!"
"What are you doing Dabbu?"
"It sounds way cuter when you say it." Dabbu is now laying in her bed with the blanket up to her neck.
"You didn't answer my question Dabbu."
"Wait, I'm still stuck on you calling me Dabbu," she slurs her words a bit. Her smile is still intact. She needs to stop smiling because Dylan can't think straight. But it's not the, "heart racing" or "palms sweating" can't think straight. It's just that Dylan is in awe of how she literally shines when she smiles and he tends to forget what he is talking about whenever her lips start to curl up.
"I'M A CAAARRR!!"
Dylan ignores her and instead wishes her good night.
"Wait you can't leave yet!" Dabbu suddenly sits up from her bed. She climbs down the bed and actually runs to her closet like a 3-year-old. She takes out a small blue and pink patterned zippered bag. From it, comes out a blue lotion jar and a bag of cotton rounds. "Can you help me take my makeup off?" She says as she turns around to face Dylan. He melts at her pouting face and agrees in a heartbeat. "Chandi told me not to forget to take my make up off at night or else I'll have a million pimples when I wake up tomorrow morning. I mean who needs that in their life when you need to impress a really cute guy in your office right?" Dabbu finishes as she sits herself on the bed. She flashes her million dollar smile at Dylan again.
"You're talking in a baby voice Ms. Dabbu", Dylan laughs as he takes a couple cotton rounds from the bag and the lotion jar. He opens the lid and dabs some cream on one of the cottons. "What is this stuff anyway?"
"I looove talking in baby voices. It's shooo much fuuun." A pause. "And it's just Pond." The second part is in her normal voice. "My sister said it's the best makeup remover. Nice and cheap." And Dabbu starts laughing. Dylan has no clue what she's laughing about but that doesn't stop him from admiring her. Get it together Dylan, he thinks to himself.
"You need to stand still for me to be able to take it off you know?" Dylan raises an eyebrow. Dabbu manages to sit still for a whole two seconds. Then she runs to the mirror.
"I need to see if you're doing it right," her baby voice is back. Dylan starts with her forehead and then down to her cheeks, making little circle with the cotton. He looks at the cotton and yep, the makeup is coming off. "Make sure you get the nose, I have the worst acne there". For a second Dylan thinks she's only acting drunk. "Do you think my nose is cute?" Dabbu asks with her finger at the tip of her nose. Then we're back to square one because she would never ask that question if she was sober. He wants to tell her that it's the cutest thing about her after her smile but decides against it. "What about my hair? Wait don't answer that because I already know the answer. My curls are adorable". She goes on and on and on and when Dylan finishes cleaning her face, Dabbu finally shuts up.
"Can you go to sleep now?"
"Yes. Thank You Mr. Hot Boss!" Dabbu salutes him and goes back to bed as she was before she came up with the brilliant idea of taking off her make up. Dylan lets out a small laugh. He turns her lamp off and leaves the room with the door closing behind him.
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