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SIYA
Flowers; I love them, specially lilies. I have been receiving them on my birthdays, since I was 7 years old. I wanted to be just like their meaning; pure and to be loved, but not everyone got what they wanted, right?
And why the hell I'm thinking about lilies right fucking now?
I got it, it's because I'm staring at them; instead of having a conversation with him. It's been 20 minutes since we came here and settled down and all we did is to get our drinks; which we ordered. A mojito for me and an espresso for him.
I have to say that this cafe is really good, specially this rooftop sitting with flowers everywhere; they have my favourite ones also, lilies.
It's kind of a small bouquet stall in the corner of the roof and it's really attractive; I might want to take some pictures there with those flowers. Besides the stall there were some round tables with cute tiny chairs for kids.
Seeing that I got an idea, like a good one. So what would happen if-
A husky sound of throat cleaning catches my attention and break my chains of thoughts immediately and then my stupid mind finally realised that I'm not alone here, I have a really important mission to do.
Yes a mission; get my grandmother's ring back and sincerely apologies to him for my behaviour. So let's focus on the mission Siya.
Shaking my unwanted thoughts I finally turned my gaze to him and tried to initiate the conversation "um, so I was saying that-"
Why the fuck I stammering right now. And that? Aage kya Siya, puri speech bhul gyi?
"My ring" he completed but it only made my brows frown at his words.
His ring? Again he's at this nonsense. That's mine ring, to be precise it's my grandma's ring.
"My nahi" I snapped, pointing a finger at him and then curls it towards me "MY ring" I declared and leaned onto the chair while taking a sip of the mojito.
I really had to say this that only the interior of this cafe was good because this mojito can literally kill someone with this amount of rum, it made my whole throat burning up like a volcano.
I closed my eyes for a moment to let go the burning sensation of the rum "here" his voice came and I opened my eyes only to find him sliding a glass water.
Taking the glass I gulped it few times and then placed it back on the table. "About the ring" I started again, my fingers were now unknowingly tracing the edge of the glass as I tried to speak further.
