Hardika, typical of the teenage girl that she was, gave a playful slap on Sarvesh's back.."Whom are you calling a little girl ? I am carrying the weight of a young muscular hunk on my lap. You are little to me. See, sitting on my lap, your legs are hanging six inches from the car floor. You are a little boy on this tall girl's lap." She made her point. "And mister, if you don't want my legs to hurt, you should sit back, so that your weight does not come on my knees only. Don't feel shy..."