Bad Ideas and Awkward Connections

He walked in late to the cafe in Khan. Fog ka cloud full ara jhoori

jaan. I'm impressed, linen perfume, that's French. He pulls out

a chair like it's a park bench. He said, "Bhai ye reet

stik tak ki shakl hai gaya." I smiled, "It's called a miyan,

it's not dhaba pyara." He wants masala fries, I want gluten-free.

Universe whispered, "Beta, this is not meant to be." He talks gym,

bikes, scene bana de yaar. Aquatherapy boundaries, rising sign and

star. One date day in and it's crystal clear. We're two wrong