Shikha walked in at a graceful elephant like pace into the cafe. The Cafe had barely a few people this Saturday afternoon.The noise from the bowling in the next room traversed to this cafe.

Shikha ordered a green tea and sipped it slowly. The sound from the bowling alley was very inviting to her ears. Like other girls, she wasn’t the one to be entertained by a movie date or a shopping spree with best pals. Playing sports, any kind, was her poison.

It was already exciting her that this guy asked her to meet over bowling rather than movie or drinks. But a delay of half an hour in his arrival was not a good sign. Her tea was getting over and she had finished some biscuits too. She had to turn when she heard her name called out – Hello, Shikha.

A lean man, 6 feet tall with his adam’s apple protruding through this thin neck, stood beside her. Viktor, hello, nice to finally see you – Shikha managed to say.

Sorry I was late. I couldn’t find my Deo. Bowling makes me sweat. A lot. I needed that.

No worries. I enjoyed staring at the leaves falling from the tree just outside. It was calming.

I dont like texting as a medium. Also, a beautiful face like yours is a great motivation to meet.

Thanks, I bath in milk to maintain my soft skin. Also, peacock’s feather to comb my hair.

No wonder, you remind me of Cleopatra in your short hair and bright skin.

They smiled at each other. Viktor ordered a coffee to go with the conversation.

They walked towards the bowling alley half an hour later. She pretended not to know how the ball is held. Viktor was happy to show her how.

And that is how they met for the first time.