Jasmine.

1.MEET CUTE

1.MEET CUTE

Aira was reaching for a sack of rice flour.

"Who in their right mind keeps these up? That's too high." She jumped once more. She caught the edge of the sack between her fingers only to lose it. She was looking for the store owner.

"Ee shijithettan evidepoyi kidakkunn.."  ( Where is this Shijith?) She mumbled.

Henry was in the store which sold spices and other Indian groceries. He liked the fresh spices he got from the store. He saw a woman about five feet tall jumping up to reach a sack of flour. He heard her say " who in their right mind keeps these up?" She caught the edge and pulled it only to lose it.

He heard her mumble something else and pulled it. He went to help her. "Excuse me, ma'am" he said standing next to her.

"God!!!" She exclaimed pulling the flour sack ripping it in process dousing the flour over both of them.

"Sorry." She said looking sheepish.

"Mulla!!!" She heard the store owner call out her nickname.

"Not my fault! Who asked you to keep this up? Look at this person here. I am sorry Sir." She said turning towards him.

"I shouldn't have scared you." 

"God I ruined your hair." She said looking at his white face. She started to shake the flour from his hair.

"God I ruined your shirt." She said, realising her action was causing more damage than help. " I am sorry. I will get it cleaned." She was rambling.

"Hey, hey, I think we both look the same now."  

Aira felt the voice was very familiar.

Her accent was different but definitely not American maybe Indian. She was wearing a skirt and a shirt both was doused in flour. She was apologising. He told her that they looked the same now.

"Have we met before? Your voice sounds familiar. I might have met you in the hospital." The last part was more to herself.

The store owner took them to the storage room.

She was talking to him rapidly in a different language. She was arguing.

"Okay it's my fault. I shouldn't have kept it up there. Sorry meri ma. I will get you another sack." The man apologised to her.

"You better be. Or else you aren't getting your Sunday brunch after church. And some clothes for this gentleman here."

The man left.

"Sorry about him."

"You both know each other?" He asked her.

"We are from the same village back home in India. "  

"Give me your shirt." She continued.

"What?" He asked surprised

"I will dry clean it. There must be something here which can reduce the disaster first. And your hair I am sorry that I destroyed it." She was again rambling. He smiled.

"I just need to wash them not much of a problem." He said assuring her that it wasn't a problem.

What about you? He asked her.

"I will just go upstairs and change." 

"Oh!" Henry's heart dropped. They must be probably dating. Coming from the same background they might have a lot in common. He was planning to ask her on a date.