Girl At A Coffee Shop
Girl At A Coffee Shop3 mins 741 3 mins 741
“One coffee, please,” Ananya ordered after settling on the chair of Uduppi restaurant, after putting her helmet and keys in the table.
Her glance raked over the tables where people were busy cruising their taste buds over the famous Uduppi Masala dosa, though she would love to enjoy it, her budget had hated it to the core.
“And a masala dosa,” told a guy sitting next table to her.
She quickly stole a glimpse of him but averted her gaze as she saw him staring at her.
“Bhayya, it's been 10 minutes I have ordered. I have a seminar to take…” she uttered.
“Bhayya, it's been 10 minutes I have ordered. I have a seminar to take…” the guy next to her yelled the same words by her which took her by surprise.
“What are you doing? Are you mocking me?” Furiously, she asked.
“Shit! I was about to ask the same! Damn! Girl you've got some serious mind-reading ability there,” glaring at her, he replied with his husky voice.
“What the..Are you out of your mind?” She asked.
“Well, yeah!” he replied.
Before she could reply, he quickly grabbed a seat in front of her. She was taken aback for a second but gathering her senses, she retorted, “look Mr. Whoever you are, I don't give a damn!”
“As if I am giving a damn!” He smirked and grabbed the keys of her scooty.
“What the hell!” Ananya yelled.
“Sah...Don't yell. I'm not gonna kill you, girl. Your scooty had made a scratch on my car and you sped away without even having the courtesy to say sorry at that junction,” furrowing his eyebrows, he said, pointing across the hotel.
“I am not the guy to leave it just like that,” holding his arms across his chest, he said.
“But I actually stopped the scooty after that but couldn't see the guy, I am really sorry,” she apologized.
“I don't want your sorry-vorry, just give me the money.”
“I..I don't have any!” Ananya replied in hoarse voice, grieving at her helplessness.
“You should've thought that before, not now!”
“ I will give that tomorrow.”
“Mm, tomorrow sharp this time.”
“Okay.” She averted her glance in anger and pain and the guy walked away, stealing one last glimpse at her direction, grinning.
“Ma'am here is your order.”
“And masala dosa,” he placed tea and masala dosa over the table.
“But I only ordered..”
“It's okay, he has already paid for the masala dosa.” The waiter replied.
Interrupted by something, she looked outside through the glass window. As soon she saw him starting his bike, she was stunned.
“What the... He won't have a car! Wait, Bhayya, do you know him?”
“Yes, he is a regular customer here, he comes at the same time as yours.”
And she sat gulping hard at the quirky stranger who had given a hard time to her but offered her favourite food. A veil of silence shimmered around her as her memory rebooted his smiling throughout the conversation!