I turned my head to face her, smiled, mumbled a vague hello for the benefit of the bar keep, and said "Let's go home" under my breath. She wrapped her fist around the whiskey tumbler and brought it up to her lips; then she whispered. "Yes, let's. I'm being shipped out to the Singapore office, catching a flight tomorrow night, so this is my last here in Delhi." My heart sank as I heard those words. After almost a minute of silence, with a certain amount of controlled anger I finally asked her "Why the fuck did you have wait till tonight?" And with what seemed like an equal amount of harshness, Payal asked "... and what the fuck were you doing all this time?