тАЬTry the pancakes, with honey тАУ they are goodтАЭ She suggests.
I nod and add a masala tea to the order. Her phone rings while she is scanning the menu. тАЬAn omelet for meтАжтАЭ she rushes out of the caf├й to talk.
I find a corner table and start scanning my mobile for morning news. The caf├й rings with laughter suddenly and I pull my face to see some young girls giggling their way in. SheтАЩs still talking on the phone outside the door, shifting herself from one leg to other.
ThereтАЩs cassia blooming outside on a tree behind her. Surprised at its own fertility his young flower laden branches are struggling against the bitter January wind. Perhaps, the nature wants to have spring early this year.
My eyes focus back to her slightly troubled face. I wonderтАж
The tea arrives and while I soak in its aroma, the pancakes too. They are good тАУ these guys at NikтАЩs тАУ they wonтАЩt serve the omelet until sheтАЩs here.
She comes back in pulling her warm coat closer; her face is back to her usual blank-happiness state.
тАЬHow is it?тАЭ
тАЬUmmmтАж pancakes are good, masala tea is better at CCD!тАЭ
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