Just then, her phone rang. It was Kira. "Hey, Meesha. I took your car on purpose. You need to ask Ryan for a ride home."

Meesha's eyes widened in surprise. "Kira, what are you doing?!"

But Kira just laughed and disconnected the call. Meesha sighed, feeling frustrated. She looked through her phone to book an Uber ride, but before she could even open the app, she was surrounded by a group of fans.

They recognized her as Meesha, the famous model, and they began to swarm around her, asking for autographs and selfies. Meesha panicked, feeling overwhelmed. She didn't have her bodyguards with her, and she was completely alone.

Just as she was starting to feel like she was going to get trampled, Ryan appeared out of nowhere. "Meesha, do you need a ride home?" he asked, his eyes scanning the crowd.

Meesha hesitated, unsure of what to do. She didn't want to go with Ryan, but she also didn't want to get mobbed by the crowd. She remembered what happened the last time she stepped out without her bodyguards - she was chased down the street and didn't even get to buy her groceries.

With a sigh, Meesha nodded. "Okay, fine. I'll go with you." Ryan smiled and offered her his arm, leading her through the crowd to his car. Meesha felt relieved but as she got into the car, she felt a strong sense of annoyance.

As they drove through the city, Meesha gazed out the window, her expression still indifferent. Ryan tried to make conversations, asking her about her favorite music and movies. But Meesha's responses were monosyllabic, her voice devoid of enthusiasm.

"So, what kind of music do you like?" Ryan asked, trying to sound casual.

Meesha ignored him, leading directions instead. "Turn left." 

Ryan chuckled, pretending not to notice her indifference. "Well, I'm a big fan of classical music. There's something about the complexity and beauty of it that really speaks to me."

Meesha raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "You're one of those guys who thinks classical music is sophisticated, huh?"

Ryan laughed. "Guilty as charged. But hey, being sophisticated isn't a bad thing, right?"

Meesha rolled her eyes.

The conversation continued in this vein, with Ryan trying to draw Meesha out and Meesha responding with indifference. Ryan began to feel frustrated, wondering if he was ever going to get through to her.

As they approached Meesha's house, Ryan asked, "So, can I see you again sometime this week?"

Meesha replied. "Maybe."

Ryan felt a pang of disappointment, but he tried to stay positive. "Okay, Goodnight."

Meesha replied, her expression still indifferent. "Whatever."

Ryan sighed inwardly, wondering if he was ever going to get Meesha to open up to him. But he was determined to try, no matter how frustrating it might be.

******

[THE NEXT DAY]

Meesha stepped out of the venue, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She had just finished a long photoshoot, and all she wanted to do was go home and collapse onto her bed.

Ryan, who had been waiting for her outside, fell into step beside her. "Hey Meesha, how was your day?" he asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.

Meesha shrugged, feeling a sense of wariness. She still wasn't sure what to make of Ryan, with his charming smile and his easy confidence. "It was fine," she said, her voice neutral.

Ryan nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'm glad to hear that," he said. "I was worried you might be stressed out from the photoshoot."

Meesha raised an eyebrow, feeling a sense of surprise. How did he know about the photoshoot? "How did you know I had a photoshoot today?" she asked, her voice curious.

Ryan smiled. "Your manager told me about it."

Meesha shook her head, sighing to herself.

As they walked, Ryan suddenly slung his arm around Meesha's shoulders. Meesha immediately tensed up, feeling a sense of discomfort. She didn't like being touched without her permission, and Ryan's arm around her shoulders felt like an invasion of her personal space.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ryan asked, noticing Meesha's stiffness.

Meesha pushed his arm off her shoulders. "Don't do that," she said, her voice firm.

Ryan looked taken aback. "Do what?" he asked, his eyes innocent.

Meesha glared at him. "Put your arm around me like we're a couple or something. We're not even dating."

Ryan held up his hands. "Sorry, sorry. I just got a little carried away."

Meesha's eyes narrowed. "Just remember, Ryan. I don't like being touched without my permission. Got it?"

Ryan nodded, his eyes serious. "Got it," he said. "I won't touch you again without asking first."

Meesha raised an eyebrow, and continued walking. 

In the car, as Ryan drove, he turned to Meesha and said, "So, I was thinking. We should start making plans for our future together. Maybe we can start looking for a place to live together?"

Meesha's eyes widened in shock. "What? Ryan, we've only known each other for a few days. We're not even officially dating yet."

Ryan waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, don't worry about that. I know we're meant to be together. And I've already started making plans for our future."

Meesha's voice was icy. "You've already started making plans? Without even asking me what I want?"

Ryan looked taken aback. "Well, I just assumed...I mean, I thought we were on the same page."

Meesha's eyes narrowed. "We're not even in the same book, Ryan."

Ryan looked at Meesha, his eyes filled with regret. "Meesha, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Can I make it up to you?"

Meesha's expression softened slightly. Maybe Ryan wasn't as clueless as she thought. 

But just as she was starting to feel a little more charitable towards him, Ryan opened his mouth again. "Do you want to grab dinner with me tonight? I promise I won't make any more assumptions."

Meesha's voice rose. "Ryan, you're not even listening to me. I just told you how much I hate your plans without consulting me first, and now you're asking me out to dinner like nothing's wrong?"

Ryan looked taken aback. "I thought we were past that. I thought we were moving on."

Meesha's voice was firm. "We're not past anything, Ryan. And we're definitely not moving on."

Meesha reached her house and exited his car.