She said: “How odd.”
He said: “Yes. It is.”
They were silent.
He said: “But I like it a bit spiky now.”
He said: “It’s more fun that way. For me.”
She said: “Me too.”
She smiled. He smiled. They both looked down at the paneer tikka, amritsari fish and virgin mary.
He said: “No smoking, no drinking?”
He said: “Your body must be a temple.”
She blushed into her script. He fiddled with the keyboard. Too late to take it back.
He said: “We wear only blacks and greys.”
She said: “That’s a gorgeous red shirt.”
He bought it immediately.
He said: “You have a sophisticated, penetrating, deep gaze that I find slightly confusing/ seductive”.
She said: “that’s a long sentence.”
He smiled. She smiled [confused and slightly seduced].
He said: "Dear H"
She said: "go on."
He said: “Alvida.”
She said: “Kal chaand dekha thha?”
Tiny tiny fleeting crush. Across continents.
[Phish, if you’re reading this, let me explain … ha ha ha.]