Bon Appétit

«Flavours»

A/N: Literally just a flicker of an idea so its a short one. and I too wanted a break from my usual stories. This story has strong lang. You have been warned. 

Synopsis: Mullai goes on date(s). Yes, plural. There is a lot of chocolates involved. And of course, Kathir.

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•Cʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴛᴇ•

15th Feb, Sucré D'orge , 4.45.pm

She was bobbing her feet up and down to the speed of lightning. It was either that or twisting her fingers until bones cracked... or something close to actual damage. It wasn't the first time she had done this, no. 

But it was the first time she had done this alone. Which was high irony and stupid patriarchal hypocrisy right there, but of course our indian marriage system would never understand.  

"Intha kandravi patriarchy eppo ozhiyumo, en ponnu atchu intha kashtatha padama irukanum kadavule...", her eyes flew to the heavens. He was late, by 30 mins. the faster he gets here the faster she can roll out her plan.  No matter how much they try and "Westernize" arranged marriage, according to her, it was still creepily close to a business deal.  

Like hell, she was gonna sit back and let that happen..

She huffed and sat back taking the sleek black menu again, this time with purpose. She was sitting on the gardens side of the restaurant/cafe 'Sucré D'orge'. The name she read off the menu made her smile every time she said it. Sucré .... Sucré means Sugary, she googled and pressed on the speaker to hear how it was pronounced. Despite learning french for three years at her school as an extracurricular , she was positive she definitely would have botched the pronunciation. Sucré ... she liked the way her tongue curled to say it, much like 'IZH' in her lovely mother tongue. "Anubavichi per vetchi irukanya... Nivi sonnathu correct than pola..",  she looked around to the supposed hot manger that was her best friends number one thing to say about this restaurant.   

It almost made her laugh the way, Nivi screamed  "Oh! Yees! I recommend that restaurant 100% anga poi menu lam pakkatha, straight ah personnel cabin lenthu owner ah vara sollu, now there is your snack!!", through the phone, making Mullai let her head back and laugh. 

She bit her lip hiding the sly smile from the cafe employees and looked down at the menu, aimlessly yet again. 

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"I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! .... shit." He slammed the car door with thud.  He looked at his watch. 5.10pm. He slapped his forehead, how irresponsible.. seriously at the age of 32?! "Innum ah da thiruntha matingura nee?"  He flattened his ever flying hair, and pushed the glass door open. 

He just got to the counter when Mani came in, from personnel, with his hands on his hips, for a short guy he sure had a menacing look to him. Or at least he tried to. 

"Yenna time ithu?" He asked him, as Kathir grabbed an apron and gave a fleeting smile.  He dashed into the swinging doors, leaving Mani hanging. He changed into his work clothes and came back with a wink, yet again fixing is disheveled hair. 

"Ithu lam romba over nae..", Mani shook his head.

"Kochikatha da, athan vantan la..', he said, Mani rolled his eyes as he sank to the floor with his flask and poured himself a hot cuppa tea. 

"Dai athu ulla poi olunga than ukanthu kudiyen da, yen kizha ukkara.." He got scolded,  

"Athulam ippidithan... Neenga etho solvingale.. athu yenna  'Aambi ah Remo.. is the key..', athey than. Veetu tea na, tharaila, chaplankal pootu kudichathan, kudicha nimathi irukum..", Mani defended himself.