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May 8th , Sucrè D'orge, 6.02pm

Kathir let his eyes skim through the randomly seated customers. She wasn't there... his sinking heart answered for him, and he laughed at the irony of being in this disturbing position. He was happy that she wasn't on a first date and yet felt a pang of sadness all the days he didn't see her..

She does realise people come to cafes just to sip coffee and relaxx right, he thought sourly, why couldn't she do that?

But he shouldn't really complain. Because almost after the 3rd or 4th date had become unsuccessful. She had brought her laptop with her or brought in a book, along so that after the fake run out on the date, she would come back and relax with her nose between the pages.

Did you know watching someone read is so attractive?.. No? Kathir didn't either until he glanced at her, being engrossed in a book that he could actually see her eyes intently following the words from left to right... sometimes subconsciously she would even mouth the word slightly.

And Kathir would proceed to walk out from the place to catch a breath of fresh air, absolutely frustrated that he couldn't , just walk up to her and kiss her, right then and there.

All this for a girl, whose name he didn't even know and vice versa..

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There were these looks that passed between them...

God, those looks... just thinking about it made her go all floopy.

She didn't know when it started but it certainly became a huge... part of her dates, the weird thing was it was never with guys she was meeting, no, it was with him

Maybe it was her fault.. but she certainly couldn't help it. When the conversation hit a snag, which it almost always did (and even when it didn't) she just could help to notice him as he walked here and there , waiting from table to table. Smiling at the customer, talking to babies by bending down to their height.. giving them free sweets..

And sometimes (most times) as he walked by her table, he would turn around to look at her, as though he was checking up on her, and if he catches her glancing back at him... Dear god.. there is this smile that unfurls in his face that had her entire being in its clutches. It was so beautiful and playful and sneaky as though they had this special secret between them...

And they did.. the fake calls... that was their secret.

Sometimes when the rush was less, he would lean against the barista counter, with his sinewy arms crossed over his chest and just look at her... not in a creepy way, no.. it was playful..maybe flirtish.. way? Well she hoped.. He would make funny faces at her over her date's shoulder, she would bite her lip, from laughing.

It made going on these terrible dates almost, worth it..

Like for instance this one time, her Non-prospective Groom No.(lost count now) said something obscure like "Kalyanathukaparam.. vellai.. its not a priority but kollanthainga varathuku munnadi, veetliyae irukuarthuku bathil you can do that I guess..", Mullai raised an eyebrow with a death stare at the stupid guy in front of her and then at Kathir behind him, as if to say 'Can you believe this, mf?' who would giggle and cover his mouth, in the cutest way.

He then picked up the landline and called her, without her asking for it.

And he became her favourite person just for that.