Scratch that.
Rahil, the self-proclaimed idiot, should never have opened his mouth.
Clearly, there were better ways to spend what remained of his fragile lifespan. He could've counted the number of hairs he still had left on his head. He could've studied ceiling cracks. He could've even pretended to faint.
Heck, he could've just nodded politely and kept breathing.
But nooooo.
Rahil just had to talk.
And now the temperature in the room had dropped several degrees.
In fact, he was fairly certain that if he dared to glance down, he might discover the early formation of icicles near his boots.
For the sake of his own sanity, he decided there was only one way forward.
Confess.
Clarify.
And then shut up forever.
"For the record, there's never been a meetup!" he blurted out. "I swear everything was over Star Net apps!"
Now, with the projected posts and carefully curated photos hovering in front of everyone, who would actually believe him?
But he wasn't lying.
