"I was," she said. "But the playlist just changed."
Just then, the door swung open, bringing a gust of wet air and the smell of petrichor. A man, not her date, shook out an umbrella. He was tall, with glasses fogged up by the humidity. He looked flustered, lost. He scanned the room, his eyes landing on her. arijit singh songs
“Tum hi ho... ab tum hi ho...”
The empty chair wasn't empty anymore.