You waited on my table last night. At my request, you made some recommendations. I finally ordered the lamb saag-and-could-I-have-potatoes-added-to-that? and you seemed enthusiastic about my choice. After all, you acknowledged, you'd had the very same for lunch.
And then, the friendliness continued. Not to mention,
Your hand bumped mine as you took my plate,
You gave me extra-extra rice in my to-go box,
You stuttered and I blushed as we talked about fennel seed.
I wonder, is it possible you were thinking the same thing as me?
That you like Indian food, and
I like Indian food, and
maybe sometime we should eat Indian food
together?
Or was it just me letting the romance in the air go to my head?....
Well in the end, I decided it probably was. So I gave you a fair tip, and smiled, and walked out. But I'm writing you now, because I just wanted to say...
Happy Valentines Day.