Arjun stared at the note for a long time before finally dialing the number written at the bottom.His heart was beating a little too fast.The phone rang once… twice… and then a soft voice answered,“Hello?”Arjun cleared his throat. “Hi, is this Ila?”“Yes,” she said, curious.“I got your phone number from the note in one of your bags,” he said quickly. “And I wanted to ask if you could make one special purse for me.”Ila smiled, recognizing her own words coming back to her. “Of course,” she said warmly. “I’ll definitely try to make it special. Do you have anything particular