Their eyes met. She smiled like she did every day, “Tea for me Ajay.”
Ajay handed her the cup of warm masala tea. More ginger, less sugar. Just the way she liked it. He knew how to get it just right. His heart fluttered as their hands touched, her slender fingers so warm on this cold winter morning.
He watched her red lips pout and take a slurrpy big sip of the tea. She didn’t seem to be bothered about who was looking at her when she was here, with him. His heart swelled with pride again.
“Biscuit?” Ajay asked. “No,” she shook her head, the gold highlights in her hair caught the sun and made a halo around her. The steam rising from the tea boiler made the scene magical.
“Kitna? 10 rupaiyya na?” she said handing him the note. Ajay smiled, “Thank you Memsa’ab. Have a nice day.”
This piece is part of #FridayFotoFiction with Tina & Mayuri. Every Friday Tina & Mayuri share a photo prompt and we write a 150-word short story based on how we interpret the prompt. This week’s prompt was a glass staircase (pictured above.)
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