A day in the cafe

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It was just another day of my life hanging out with my friends. I was seating in a cafe sipping my coffee, listening to my friends bickering loudly about something very childish. That day we had bunked our classes to go somewhere.

It was February's famous love week. The whole cafe was decorated with roses. On every second table there were couples who were lost in their own love world.

In front of our table a couple was seated with a very different mood. The boy was making a funny face which was close to an angry face but I guess he was trying to suppress it and the girl well you can guess. Her face was nearly red, she was continuously scrubbing her nose, dabbing her eyes with tissue paper.
Time to time she was trying to get a hold of his hands but he would just remove it from there.
Suddenly he got a call from someone and he left her there hanging without saying a word, the girl has a look of defeat on her face but it was like either she was used to it or she  was expecting it. She sat there looking at the table then left after sometime. At that time whoever looked at the girl, they felt sorry for her and the boy became a villain in their eyes.

After that I forgot this incident,  one day we were chilling out in the college canteen and the same girl was crossing the road at some distance. I got curious and asked about her and then got to know that the girl in the cafe is from our college and the boy that day dumped her because she was dating his friend behind his back.

I was stunned for few moments, I didn't know what to say, you know speechless and at that moment I got to know every single moment spent in our life has a back story and we shouldn't read half story, starting from the middle. I guess not every story is same as how we see it.