𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝑆𝑢𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑛

5: Goѕѕιp ѕeѕѕιoɴѕ

We're all laughing now, the kind of deep belly laughs that make your stomach hurt but feel so damn good. This is what I love about us—no matter how ridiculous life gets, we always find a way to make it hilarious.

Remy is still on a roll. "And when he tries to ask where I'm from, I'll be like, 'If I told you, I'd have to kill you. But since I'm feeling generous, let's just say I'm from a place where the men know how to flirt properly.'"

Bree's wiping away tears of laughter. "Please, just do it. I want to see how he reacts when you drop that line."

Sanem shakes her head, still smiling. "The sad part is, he probably wouldn't even get it. Most of these guys have the flirting skills of a soggy piece of toast."

I pretend to be offended. "OH MY GOD. How dare you insult toast like that? At least toast can be hot and buttery. These guys are more like...cold leftovers."

Sanem snicker. "Cold leftovers that should've been thrown out ages ago."

Remy nods, her eyes lighting up. "Exactly! And here's the best part—after I told him I was trouble, he said, 'That's exactly what I'm looking for.' Like, seriously, dude? That's your follow-up?"

Bree groans. "Ugh, these guys have watched too many bad movies."

Sanem adds, "Right? They think they're all smooth and mysterious, when really, they're just...basic."

Remy sighs dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. "It's such a burden, being the only one who recognizes true romance."

"Yeah," I tease, "it must be tough swatting away all these wannabe Casanovas."

"Oh, you have no idea," Remy says, grinning. "But honestly, I think the real problem is that I'm just too awesome. They can't handle all this."

Bree laughs, shaking her head. "You're definitely something, Ree. But I think the real issue is they're just not prepared for the level of sarcasm and sass you bring to the table."

Sanem nods in agreement. "If they're gonna step into your DMs, they better be ready for a verbal smackdown."

Remy smiles wickedly. "And you know I'm always ready to deliver."

We're all laughing again, the kind of easy, carefree laughter that makes everything else fade away. For a moment, it's just us—no drama, no stress—just four friends enjoying each other's company and making fun of the absurdities of modern dating.

As the laughter dies down, I take a sip of my mocha, feeling a warm sense of contentment settle over me. These are the moments I live for—the simple, stupid, wonderful moments that make life worth living.

Remy is still scrolling through her phone, probably lining up her next victim—I mean, potential suitor. Sanem and Bree are bickering over some new TV show, their voices overlapping in a way that's both chaotic and comforting.

And me? I'm just sitting here, soaking it all in, grateful for this crazy, hilarious, beautiful mess of a life.

"Alright, ladies," Remy says, breaking the comfortable silence. "Who's excited about a midnight movie night today?"

"Maybe sometime later, my schedule is so incredibly packed with assignments, ughh," Sanem sighed.

Just as I'm about to nod at what Sanem just said, a different kind of trouble pops into my head—the kind that comes with a smug face and an infuriating smirk. Ruhaan Malik. Ugh.

Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, "Speaking of trouble... I met this crazy dude at university lately. His name's Ruhaan, and apparently, he's quite popular. Maybe you guys know him?"