Bon Appétit

«Fateful»

•ʙʟᴜᴇʙᴇʀʀʏ sᴏᴜғғʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ•

Same day, same place, 15 minutes later, 

She was back in the cafe. She had given him her number and, then pretended to go to the restroom, then came back out and took her place across the guy she was meeting.

Two mins later, all it took was only a sharp flick of her eyes to Kathir for him, take the landline next to him and dial her number, He was almost ecstatic to do it. "Unnaku 32 agiduchuda.. fake emergency call nu ivlo excite ara..", he chided himself,

He watched her get the call and answer it, "Hello?" came her mellifluous voice, how was it better over the phone? His breath caught, "I -err-.." he stumbled, he couldn't think of anything to say, "Yes sir..", she seemed to take over and decided to fake a whole convo..

"Oh I'll be right there sir, sure sir.." she hung up on him, while he had an impressed smile at her theatrics.

That's how she was back at the cafe, but this time at the barista bar, watching her second fill of her filter coffee, by (the only highlight of her day) the hot waiter. 'The number your calling..'- "Ugh, phone ah edu Nivi..." she mumbled at the screen sadly,

"Here's your coffee..", he passed the cup of goodness to her, and delicately dropped two shortcakes on its saucer. She gave a grateful smile.

If Kathir thought he would be able to have a normal conversation with the beautiful girl. Finally. He was sorely mistaken.

Before Kathir could exchange words of comfort to her, Dheena burst from the kitchen saying "Anna namma table ombothey, aal set agiruchu pola inniki than jodi ah poi irukang-" he stopped short, his face turning horrified as though he saw a ghost when he laid eyes on her sitting right in front of him.

Kathir slapped a hand to his forehead, No... He thought meekly..

He turned to her, immediately wanting to apologize,  fearing if she would be insulted, but yet again she surprised him by cracking a smile and saying "Illa innikum boos..", she said in a small voice, taking another sip from her coffee.

Dheena looked as if he was very unsure whether to smile or apologize in that instance. He glanced at Kathir, who gave him a glare for being thoughtless.

"Sorry ma'am.. nijamale sorry ma'am." Dheena stepped before her little embarrassed, a lot scared.

She waved him off, "Ah don't worry, na intha cafe la panna drama ku I know people would talk.." She said sweetly, Kathir wanted to smile. She spoke without any hesitation or preservations. And there was always a smile on her face.. how is this girl single again!?

"Ana ennaku vara maari maplainga ungaluku vantha than theriyum en kashtam..." She gave a mock sniffle to let Dheena know that she was joking,

Dheena's shoulder struck down as he eased, now that he was thankful that he did not anger a customer. A faithful customer too. She tapped her phone again while Kathir took a calculating glance at her, before he could stop himself , could hear him asking,  

"En, avalo mosamava iruku.. I mean arranged marriages have been happening since forever..", he stated with a shrug, not that he would ever opt for that no matter how hard his brother tried,

"Yes! exactly what I thought when I agreed to this,  kala kalama panrangale maybe there is a method to the madness nu than nenchan, ana ulla erangi patha thane theriyuthu... " she shook her head, sorrowfully.