Watch man
Sharanbir did that three nights in a row, 4th night upon seeing his tip she could not control herself, after the 4th star
she peeked to the swing doors, Sharanbir was picking up his resting cane and anchoring his feet on the floor to walk out of the diner. It took him a while because of his legs
She walked out forgetting to remove her hair net or her apron
"Hello" she said softly
"Trisha Shanbag?" he asked pretending to be confused
"You know it is me" she was grumpy
"U look like an angry kitten that demands to be taken seriously right now" he said letting out a burp and a audible chew of his sweet fennel, his lips twitching
"I am sorry... but You gave too much tips" she stood her ground, arms on her hips
"And?"
"You dont have to give tips everyday!"
"Does that mean I cant eat here everyday?" he asked
She turned red... "If you are un Ullal you can eat" she fumbled
"I am here now" he waved his stick.
"You forgot your watch" she handed it to him as he approached the door
He smiled and nodded accepting it
"I was trying to eat rice with my hand, I wear my watch on my right wrist" he explained
"I have seen that" she smiled softly
"Oh you remember?"
She smiled awkwardly
"Some things" she nodded
"So you do suspect what my question is then?"
She refused to look up at his face
Her face was crawling with warm color
"Do you know which wrist Ashvin wears his watch?"
"Left?" she mumbled, the familiar construction work like pounding beginning on the inside
"Umm.. yes... you know" She walked outside with him.
It was raining, his drive walked up with the umbrella
He smiled and nodded at her.
"No tip then?" she reconfirmed
"In that case, we should go out and eat some place tomorrow"
She panicked turning towards the front glass doors
"I cannot go. I am sorry"
"You never answered my email?"
"Oh? I have been busy so I did not even check"
"Not even for 30 minutes Ms Shanbag?" "So busy?"
"I am not in Bangalore any more so I thought..."
"You end friendships when you leave a city?"
"Umm.. yes... umm.. no" she was in a tight spot she smiled sheepishly
"Did Ashvin say something?"
"NO... No... umm.. no" she shook her head
"When ever the Q is about him why do you stumble?" he asked
"I dont know" she said honestly "Because I dont expect any questions about him since this is a secret?"
He smiled as a reward "You are a very honest girl"
"Have you spoken with him?"
"there is no need to" "So.. no" she said softly
"Do you want to?" he asked
Whole different ball game NOW... waves of pleasure streamed through her body rapidly when she thought about him...
Her father stepped out and rescued her before she answered that one, lest she answered it with a "yes"
"Is everything OK?" he asked her in konkani
"Yes, your daughter is a principled honest girl" he said in English
Prakash looked at his daughter to translate
Shanbag's eyes sparkled with joy "Thank you her mother did a good job"
"You did too"
"I only do restaurant stuff her mother did all" Prakash's chin quivered sadly waving his hands towards the sky.
Sharan stood with his head bent exhaling audibly.
"I will see you tomorrow?" he asked Trisha in English
"Yes, if you dont tip" she smiled warmly opening his door
"We'll see"
"If I talk to Ashvin should I tell him he should call you?"
That strange feeling was back like being on a swing, waves of pleasure in the pit of her stomach
She shut the door without answering
And waved politely, helped her father in, and bolted the door on the inside...
"Well, you have raised a good girl"
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