It was their first rendezvous.
His blackberry eyes smiled at her strawberry lips.
Her hair was a black silk sari let loose.
The mango milkshake at the centre looked like a clueless orphan. The straw stared at them.
The lullaby of time forced the restaurant hours to come to a close.
He went to the restroom and their romance
had to rest, too.
He came back but she had disappeared like a nightmare.
He touched his pant pocket.
His credit card had eloped with her.
The night was a stupor.
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