The Scarf - Part 1

“Would you like to repeat the order again, ma’am?”

The emphasis on ‘again’ was not lost on her. But she chose to ignore it. It wasn’t his fault, really. After all, how could anyone drink six cups of black coffee in a span of two hours?

“No, thanks. The cheque, please.”

A smile lit up on the waiter’s face. This one wasn’t plastic for sure. And he scurried to the cash counter.

She sighed and looked at her watch.

Two hours. Well, she’d done her part. Nobody could say she hadn’t tried. One can only do so much, right?

She took her cell-phone and checked for new messages. None. Missed calls? None, again. Well, so much for living in the communication era.

The waiter brought her bill. She thrust her hand into her wallet and realized she didn’t have enough change. Well, to hell with it. I am not coming back here anyway, so what the heck, might as well go the whole nine yards.

And with that, she put a five hundred rupee note and uttered with as much nonchalance as she could muster.

“Keep the change.”

And she swept towards the café exit, leaving behind six empty cups of coffee, three empty water glasses, a three-hundred rupee tip and one bewildered waiter.

To Be Continued…

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