"Hi."
"Hi."
"You are Liza, right?"
"Yes."
"I am Rishabh. But you can
call me whatever you want."
"OK, Whatever You Want."
"Funny girl! You don't talk
much, do you?"
"Not while eating, no!"
"No, really! I have been
observing you for the past few days. You don't mingle with anyone from
office."
"And to what may I owe your attention and stalking skills?"
"It is part of my job as an HR
intern."
"I am pretty sure that's not what HR does."
"Maybe. Maybe not."
"OK, listen. I have to get back to researching a piece for one of
the writers. I hope you enjoy your meal.”
"Sure. What are you researching
about?"
"How to avoid a nosy colleague."
Fake laughter from my side, while I guess his was real.
"I am pretty sure that's not
what you have to research about."
"Maybe, maybe not."
I got up to leave.
"You fascinate me very very
much, Miss Baker."
"The feeling is mutual, dear Sir."
I took a bow and left. And that is how we met. He did admit to me much
later that he was very nervous talking to me. But I can swear on the sacred
sun, he didn’t appear as such. He was cheeky, nosy and appeared over-confident.
Honestly, I had already put him on my dislike list.
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