Segment #2
Vikram was dressed in formals, a salmon shirt and grey dress pants. Despite everything, Amyra couldn't deny that the man was handsome, or maybe she was conditioning her mind to do so, whatever it is, she had to believe it to be true. He was a handsome man, they would look good together. Her whole life depended on her believing it.
Sighing she walked up to their reserved table. He looked up from his phone and stood up.
"Hi," He smiled and she put out her hand for a handshake but he leaned in for a hug. Embarrassed of himself, he leaned back and shook hands with her.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting." She said, trying to do away with the awkwardness.
"Oh no, I just got here. The traffic is bad." He answered. She nodded.
They spent the next few minutes looking at everything else but each other, awkward. Amyra almost sighed in relief when the waiter came to their table.
"A chocolate waffle and a mocha," Amyra ordered.
"A scone and a green tea." Vikram continued.
Something in Amyra twisted. Even their brunch orders weren't similar. Was this even meant to be? Sighing, she pushed the thoughts aside. The waiter left.
"Vikram, I want to start by apologizing..."
Vikram raised his hand to stop her.
"Amyra, this whole thing was planned by our parents, but I want to ask you, do you want to get married? To me?" He asked instead.
Edited by oh_nakhrewaali - 11 months ago
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