So Mohit landed up at Dave’s Deli again. He and his friends had been regular there, so much so that they knew each and every server by his/her name.
It was 9:00 pm.He sat at one of his favorite spots, the 2 sitter table with the amazing view of the garden in front of the café. Vishnu usually came to take his order.
“Hello Sir” said an unfamiliar voice. “Menu.” She said with a smile, and placed the menu card on the table.
Being a frequent visitor he had never seen that girl here before.
“New here?” he asked curiously.
“I’m sorry sir?” she said puzzled.
“Yea I’m assuming you’re new here. Given you gave me the menu card. I always have Italian on Wednesdays. And always order Bruscheta and Lasagna with white sauce- I forgot it’s name, whatever it was” he said irritated.
He was pissed off after the heated argument he had with his boss, that evening. When all his week’s hard work went unacknowledged by the boss who scolded him for a tiny mistake.
Instead of apologizing for not knowing her regular client she said “Same thing every week?”
“Yes. Is there are a problem?” Mohit asked still irritated.
“No sir, but I’d recommend…”
“Did I ask what you would?”
“No sir.” She said like a kid whose candy had been snatched from his hand.
Then mohit remembered how he was pissed from his boss and he was kind of doing the same thing.
“I’ll get your order sir” she said. All the excitement in her voice had vanished away.
“Wait” he said.
“What were you recommending?”
Her face lit up again. It was not until then had Mohit seen her properly.
She was dressed like most waiters, yet she looked different and was really beautiful, he never thought of others girls as equally pretty, ok maybe he did. But she was too pretty to be a waitress.
“Crostini Della Casa and Agilo olio peperonica?” she asked.
“Surprise me!”Mohit said with a smirk.
She smiled and left.
While she left, all he could think of was how pretty she was, which was unusual given all he usually would think of his ‘How delicious his pasta/lasagna would be?’
Being the foodie he always was, everything came secondary to him, sometimes even girls.
But this was something different. And unexpected to him.
All he was waiting was for her to return so he could have a look at her once again.
Every time the kitchen door would open, he was hoping it was her.
Finally she arrived, with the recommended food. And placed the order on the table.
“Enjoy the meal sir.” She said after she had served the food. He was busy checking her out while served.
“Thank you.” He smiled.
The food was well plated, and looked delicious. As soon as he took the first bite.
He felt as if that was the most heavenly ting he ever had. It was incredible. The pasta was amazing- tender and delicious, seasoned delicately and perfectly accompanied by the sauce. The bread on the other hand was perfectly crisp and scrumptious. With every bite he had, he longed for more.
Not for a second had he thought of or looked for the waitress again.
He knew he was in love, yet again.
Of course, with the food.