What the fuck was he thinking? Why was he on this plane? He should just get off the plane. Why was he even going to India? He told Kala to marry Rajan. He wanted her to take his advice. So why was he on this goddamn plane?

Wolfgang glanced out the window, ignoring the sounds of people boarding the plane. He curled his hands into fists to stop the trembling that was threatening to come.

He could crack any safe no problem. He could shoot any man no problem. He could drive a car at a helicopter no problem. So why was getting on a plane to see Kala making him nervous?

Wolfgang leaned his head back and closed his eyes as the door of the plane shut and the flight attendant started giving her safety spiel. He had a layover half way through the flight.

Maybe he'd turn back then.

–

He didn't turn back. He got on his second flight to Mumbai and he still wasn't quite sure why.

He wanted Kala to marry Rajan, right? So why was he going?

Wolfgang shook his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts. There was no turning back now. He couldn't just go to Mumbai and not see Kala.

The plane jolted as it hit the runway. He looked out the window, squinting against the light of the bright morning sun.

It'd take him maybe an hour to find Kala. Something in him already knew how to get to the restaurant her father owned. He was already making a fool of himself by showing up unannounced. He just hoped she'd be there so he wouldn't make an even bigger fool of himself.

Slinging his backpack over his shoulder and stepping off the plane, Wolfgang took a deep breath and headed into the airport.

–

Wolfgang looked around as he made his way through the bustling streets of Mumbai. He took a swig of the bottle of water he had stopped to buy along the way. He adjusted his grip on his backpack. He was nearing the restaurant and he still had no idea what he was gonna say.

He came to a stop as the restaurant came into view. He swallowed down the lump in his throat. This was it. This was why he spontaneously came to India.

Wolfgang let out a deep breath through his nose before he waded through the traffic and entered the restaurant.

He looked around, searching for any sign of Kala. His stomach sunk lower with each inch of the restaurant he searched and failed to see her.

His eyes came to the middle of the room and met a familiar pair of brown eyes as a plate crashed to the ground. People turned around in their seats to see what had caused the commotion. Kala didn't look at them as a single word left her mouth.

"Wolfgang."

Wolfgang's heart pounded in his chest as he offered her a smile, still not moving towards her. The corners of Kala's mouth twitched as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Kala!" a man called, snapping them out of their trance. Kala looked to see her father coming towards her with a broom and dust pan in hand. With a start, she remembered the plate she dropped.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I got distracted. I'll clean it up right away," she apologized with a glance at Wolfgang. Her father followed her gaze.

"Who's that?" he asked as Kala took the broom from him. She dropped her gaze as she started sweeping. If her heart was pounding before, it was downright thundering now. She thought something in her had called Wolfgang like every other time. She didn't think he was actually here.

Her father smiled at the few people who were still staring at Kala, apologizing to them and asking if they needed anything. When eyes were off of her, Kala's father turned back to his daughter just as she was straightening up.

"Well?" he asked. Kala glanced to where Wolfgang had been. He had taken a seat at a nearby empty table. He was staring at the menu a little too intently.

"A tourist," she lied. "I've seen him around the town a few times and helped him find places." Her father frowned slightly.

"Right. Well go see if he wants anything," he said, taking the broom and dust pan back. Kala nodded. Wolfgang looked up as she turned back around. He smiled again. This time she returned it. She made her way to his table, trying to keep herself calm.

"What are you doing here?" she asked quietly once she neared.

"I… don't know," he replied. He did know. He came to see her. But he didn't know how she'd react to that.

"You came to see me," she said. Wolfgang looked at her for a moment before nodding. Why did he think he could hide it from her? She could know what he was thinking at any given moment.

He let out a small chuckle as he glanced at the menu. He looked back at her.

"I woke up this morning and thought I had to come to India," he explained. "I'm not quite sure why." Kala glanced down at her hands.

That's why you have to marry Rajan, he had said. Yet something in her was still pushing her to keep the wedding postponed even after she had seen what Wolfgang could do.

"We have to talk," she finally said. Wolfgang's smile slipped slightly but he nodded.