"One dinner," Padma said, holding up a finger, "one bouquet of flowers. There is nothing to hide." She rolled her eyes at Parvati's guesswork. "Yeah, I kind of picked up on that. Guess what, though? It's not going to work. I don't fuck every polite gentleman who buys me dinner. Or any boy who smiles at me the right way, for that matter."
Padma was not positive of what her sister was saying about her relationship with Miles, but she had a hunch. A big one.