(…Continued from Part 1)
I see her almost every other day now. It feels like something’s missing on the days when she doesn’t show up.
Maybe she would have fallen sick. Or just taken a day off to give herself a break. I just can’t stop thinking.
She still chooses the same table everyday, facing the large glass windows, taking a bite and then a quick scroll on the phone.
Maybe she is an introvert. I’ve never seen her with any friends. Or does she not have any friends here?
I moved in here for work – that was six months back, I would be the same way. All of my friends were a thousand miles away. Cellphones and the internet have broght the world together but it can probably never provide the warmth of talking with someone in person.
I could not resist the urge to know more about her.
I wish I could walk upto her and say hi.
Not today though.
Maybe she had some friends that I knew. But if I ask them it would bring a great deal of doubt, wouldn’t it? And what if they tell her? I would come across as desperate, probably. No, I don’t want to do that.
I was rejoiced to see her when I went out for a walk on this boring Satuday evening.
She lives near me. Yeah!
And I know a couple of her friends. Great!
Now, how do we give things a kickstart?
It was another regular morning.
As always, there she was, at her regular spot.
I don’t want to keep things this way forever.
And also I had come in alone today – maybe this is the chance.
I picked up my plate and walked up to her table, asked her if I could join her.
She was delighted to have company.
I don’t remember what we talked, but I am sure most of the things hardly made sense. It was just about getting to know her, but it was me who did most of the talking. And this is irrelevant – I know that even you want to know what happened next.
We walked home together that day.
I still feel stupid why we chose to discuss work. Well, its great to have something to talk that nothing. And it was mostly me rambling, all along the way.
I dropped her by her doorstep.
Said the customary goodbyes.
That day, the roads seemed different. People seemed happy, there were smiles everywhere I looked. Maybe this is how the world is when looked through rose-tinted glasses.
I was happier than usual.
She was way out of my league.
I could’ve probably asked for her number, but wouldn’t that be creepy? Maybe I should for wait for a while longer.
(To be continued…)