Sharav Ahuja
Intending a way to tease her, I made my way to the kitchen of the café. I was about to enter when the boy who was laughing with my fake girlfriend stopped me. Smiling pleasantly at me, he restricted me from going inside.
"Um... I'm sorry sir, but you can't go to that area", he told me smilingly.
"Yeah, I know that. But you see I need to talk to the girl who just rushed inside. I just need to have a chat with her. Just a moment please?", I requested him.
"I'm really sorry sir. But I can't let you in. It's against my café's' ethics.", He replied to me whilst raising his hands in surrendering mode. Puffing out loud, I looked at his nameplate. Jeremy.
"Okay, Jeremy when she comes out can you tell her that I wanted to see her. Tell her it's the guy from Paris and yes my name—", Even before I can complete my sentence his eyes went wide and completed my sentence.
"YOU'RE SHARAV AHUJA?", he exclaimed in a pitched tone, which instantly attracted the audience to our ongoing conversation.
Why? Do I know him already?
Apologizing to others, for the guy's tone, I shot a look to him that states what-the-hell-was-that? I guess, he understood my look, so composing himself shortly, he then gestured me to go inside.
"Are you letting me go inside?", I asked him, whilst pointing a finger at myself to be sure. He just bobbed his head, up and down with over excitement oozing out of his system.
"Uh! Okay", I said in an unsure voice. Shrugging my thoughts, smiling back at him, I opened the door of the kitchen. I felt some unknown feelings erupting in my system. It was like my heart was gonna pop out of my rib cage any second. Maybe the excitement to see my fake girlfriend.
My. Do you mean to say yours? the devil popped out and sat on one side of my shoulder meaning my subconscious.
What's your problem with that? My fairy meaning my heart snapped back.
Of course, it's my problem, this time my subconscious snapped back. Okay, now it's enough with them. Exhaling out loudly, I dusted off the imaginary devil and fairy on my shoulders.
Oh, boy! I'm crazy!
But what amused me more was the girl who was walking back and forth mumbling something to herself. When she started walking with her back facing me, I silently tip-toed and stood right behind her. Huffing to herself she stopped walking but continued mumbling.
"How could I walk out like this? It's totally mom's fault. I shouldn't have listened to her. But where did your brain tour away, when you know that you couldn't even boil water without getting yourself burnt! Yet you directly jumped into baking? How amazing it is right! And also you knew that you're not as tall as Jeremy, and why would you even try to take that damn flour that's placed on the top shelf."
She kept on rambling and it was getting difficult for me not to laugh.
"Congrats now you're bathed in flour. What an impression you have created for yourself!", I clamped my mouth to stop my erupting laughter.
She turned and instantly screamed her lungs out. I placed my palm over her mouth to stop her from screaming. I heard some footsteps. "Everything is good guys", I replied to whoever was coming to check on us.
"Why would you scream?", I whisper-yelled at her. Her eyes went wide on hearing the accusation I charged on her. She mumbled something, but I couldn't understand even a single word. So I asked her, "What are you trying to say?".
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