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The coolness of the air conditioner engulfs me in, as I enter the cafe. The bitter-sweet aroma of the coffee beans hitting my nostrils and I feel serene.
I stand at the entrance trying to spot the person who called me to meet him at 2 PM, meaning I had to bunk my afternoon lectures.
'It's important.' He had gruffly said.
I move my gaze from one side to other, when it zeroes upon the male specimen with the inhuman amount of hair on his face.
Out of the many things, I dislike about him. His beard tops the list.
I start making my way towards him when I realise he isn't alone and there is one more person next to him. While Ishaan is quiet and focussing his attention on the laptop screen, the other person is talking non-stop and the only reply he gets is Ishaan's undisputed glare.
This person needs to get checked.
When I finally reach the table, he notices my presence and finally raises his eyes from the screen to look at me. Nodding his head and indirectly telling me to take a seat.
Because either every word that comes out of his mouth would be of gold or he has to pay an octroi for every word that he utters.
