I woke up early to a rumbling stomach. I knew that my husband won't be up until noon, so I took a shower and decided to grab a bite downstairs. I walked to the 7/11 around the corner and ordered a sausage and milk tea.
I placed my food and drink at the small counter inside the store and started eating. Someone with a serving of fishballs and a can of beer followed and politely asked if we could share the narrow table.
He was extremely attractive. Tanned, stocky, perhaps muscular underneath the thick jacket. He was chatty and had an easy smile. I was surprised he spoke to me in English, and I found out later that he was Nepali.
He was standing a bit too close. His taut arms brushed against mine a few times too many. Some of the questions he had were a bit too personal. And the implied invitation to his place or mine was a bit too obvious.
He was hot, and it took every ounce of strength to say I needed to go. And as Tika and I shook hands, my eyes fell on the tarnished gold band around his ring finger. And on the invisible one wrapped around mine.
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