I stared at her long enough to memorize every part of her face, the stress lines and the scars, the thinness of her eyebrows and the big round eyes that seemed to question how we’d come to this point. It had been a strange week. It had been an amazing week. It all started with a random conversation late that previous night where the hours seemed to make the conversation more dry and deeper, and before we knew it, confessions previous – had now matured into expressions of otherwise a deeper sentiment. And now we were here, sharing a pot of tea wondering about what we had talked about.
We had been to this restaurant before for an ice cream date that wasn’t exactly a date in the normal sense of the word or activity. We had been friends a while and as with time decided to catch up on life with a few spoonfuls of ice cream hence coming to this restaurant, just a stone throw away from where I worked. We had left the restaurant that evening bitter and angry at how the receipt and the menu had different prices for the ice cream. And yet here we were now, enjoying a hot cup of tea laughing about nothing, talking about many things, and yet, last night had been different. Last night, something had changed.
I cracked a joke about how we had hated this restaurant the first time and yet we were back here. It must have been the tea! To be honest, one pot of tea has six servings. She exclaimed at how tea should be the cheapest thing, I mean, it was water with just some flavour to it. I kept on staring at her and replaying the conversation we had had just last night. Strange how time changes things, creates moments. She was going back home, she was travelling soon, and although we smiled, we knew that this fleeting and exciting moment would not last forever. We had to seize it, to be in it.
I pointed towards the waiter…asking him to bring the menu.
I look towards her, and ask her, since this is our last week together, what should we have for dinner today?
She points at something in the corner, where I stare and read it out loud to the waiter…
“Can we have the From Russia with Love?”