A lunch conversation

It started with a lunch conversation.

“Hey, I am a summer intern here. Are you here for training along with everyone also?”

“Yeah. So have you been here all summer?”

“Yeah. So where are you from? What are you studying?”

And so the lunch conversation progressed. Over the climbing steps, phone numbers were exchanged with almost a sudden anticipation of what would follow through the day.

But nothing followed.

Then at night, a few texts were exchanged and still nothing happened.

The next day, another lunch conversation progressed. Over the climbing steps, room numbers were exchanged with almost a sudden anticipation of what would follow through the day and beyond.

But nothing followed, until late evening.

“Hey, so I was wondering if you were free and wanted to come hang out here or something.”

“Sure. Give me a few minutes. I am about to finish my work for the day. I will be there with you in a bit.”

At his door, they hugged and sat close to each other on his bed. They talked, had a couple of welcome shots and discussed interests.

But nothing followed.

He initiated an Ask a Question game and they both got rolling.

“Are you attracted to me?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“Yes. Would you like to do something?”

“Yes.”

“So then why are we just sitting here?”

“Because we both are playing it too conventionally!” she said in haste as she lowered her eyelids to give him a full kiss.

And then, yes many things followed.

Talks of dreams and aspirations, stories fantasies and truth, tales of love and bitter lies and offcourse, a few kisses.

Next day, they shared a continued lunch conversation.