Don't touch me - Just a casual meet up

It was a long drive from my work place to my home and as usual I was drop dead tired. I usually do not waste time outside when I am coming back home, as I prefer to lie down on my couch and have a cup of tea.  

But, today I was feeling very hungry and so I decided to go to a restaurant on my way back. I stopped my car near a very big restaurant as I wanted to try some new places. 

The entrance had very huge doors with a guard standing right next to it. The guard had very serious look painted on in his face with a huge mustache. The smile on the guards serious face was really unusual and creepy. I am not sure if he was really forced to do that by his manager or if someone complaint that he was starring at them and they did not feel comfortable to enter the restaurant. I really feel bad for people who have serious face. Most of the people I have met with a serious face are really nice people. 

He opened the door and said sweetly, "Good Evening Sir. Hope you have a great time." 

As he opened the huge doors, my eyes fell on the grand and magnificent white marble flooring. The ceiling was really high. A huge white marble pillar ran up from the white flooring to a magnificent dome, which had a painting of Egyptian gods fighting with each other. I was in a owe. 

I looked around to see many eyes starring down at my astonished face. I took a seat at the extreme corner, away from all the stares. They had dark maroon velvet sofa's that went well with its surroundings. The wall behind had transparent glass with pretty big fishes swimming around. It was really a good place to eat. 

That is when it struck to me, "Damn, it must be really expensive." I took out the menu and there was a waiter standing right next to me. I knew by now that I had to order something. There is no escape from it. I opened the menu and ordered, "One Tandoori chicken and a cold coffee." 

The ambiance was so good and huge that it motivated me to write something epic. I took out a book from my bag and started to write, "The cold winds of December took away the tears from his eyes. He was holding the dead body of his daughter in his hands, blood dripping from his hands. Her seven year old body gave away all the tortures she had to suffer before dying. He looked into her eyes that still had tears of pain and could not hold the tears of his own. He was the best warrior of the Akalious army and his own blood had betrayed him." 

Probably, I could have written an entire book there but somehow my attention was diverted to a couple sitting just beside me. The moment I looked at her, she got conscious and said to her boyfriend, "What are you doing? We are in public place. Behave yourself." But his boyfriend 'being a boy' was not in any mood to listen to her and said, "Nobody is watching. Everyone is busy in their own work." 

She replied, "Don't touch me.", and then looked at me. I did not realize I was still looking at her. She got up from her seat, came towards me and said, "Don't touch me." She was really tall with really good curvy body. 

I replied, "Sorry." 

She said sternly, "Don't touch me." 

I looked angrily towards her, rolled my eyes and said, "I do not wish to touch you. Not now. Not never."

Actually, I was just scared if she was a psychopath who took money from strangers by filing a wrong complaint of molestation. If she started to cry out loud that I was harassing her there is no way I can prove my innocent as in such cases girls have an upper hand. I started to look around to find at least a camera. 

She smiled and said, "But you did touch me. Not the way you are thinking now." 

I replied, "I was just looking the way you two were having a conversation. I was not starring or at least that is not what I wanted to do." 

She replied with a very big smile, "Don't worry. I know who you are. I have read your blogs and it has touched me." 

I did breath a sigh of relief ,but I hope my expressions did not gave away what I was really feeling. I said, "Which blogs did you like?" 

She replied, "So it is true all those blogs did happen to you. Even now you act as if nothing happened. You are trying to show me that you were not tensed at all. Isn't it? Like you did with the girl from the garden in face off blog." 

I replied, "So you have read my blogs." 

She said, "Don't change the subject?" 

I asked, "What do you want to know from me?" 

She said, "Are your blogs for real?" 

I replied, "Might be. Might be not. Some mystery is necessary." 

She said, "Is anything real in your blogs?" 

I said, "This is something that some of the readers have asked me. Let me tell you this, most of the things in my blogs has happened to me sometime, somewhere. It might not have happened exactly how I might have said it. But do not start to ask me what is real and what is not." 

She replied, "So, it is kind off real." I just kept looking into her eyes saying nothing. 

She asked, "Am I going to be in one of your blogs?" 

I said, "Definitely, yes. You ruined my chances to write a best seller book.", overconfidence was pouring through my voice. Although, I know I said it in a sarcastic way, and I did not really mean it. 

She asked, "So what were you writing?" 

I said, "Not sure. Something epic. Something with kingdoms, politics and revenge." 

She said, "So you are clueless." 

I replied, "Most of the fictional things I write about, I have no idea about it. The story sometimes just flows in." 

She said, "So you have no plot in mind?" 

I replied, "Depends. It is like you have a clean slate and asked to draw anything. Not confined to one thing but at the end everything has to come together." 

She asked, "So, what are you writing these days?" 

I replied, "Something on my life and a fictional epic story." 

She smiled and said, "I hope it is epic." 

I said, "I thought my blogs touched you." 

She replied, "Not all. But yes it did. It does not mean your book must touch my heart also." 

I replied, "Have you read my book 'Finding an Indian bride'? 

She replied, "No." 

I said, "I thought I am talking to a fan. I did not knew you just saw my blog somewhere and thought to have fun with me." 

She replied, "Actually, there is something in your writing that is compelling. Expect sometimes you use these long sentences that I loose track off. Keep it short and you would be all good to go." 

She got up and said, "If you are going to write about this meeting what would be the twist. I have seen that you always like to give a twist or some mystery at the end." 

I replied, "Some meetings are just meetings. There is a story to tell in everything and you do not need twist to end anything. By the way, I can make you a serial killer and say you try to poison me. It would be a good twist isn't it?" 

She replied, "I know where to find your blogs, and I would comment the real story. So be careful what you make me look like in your blogs." 

I said, "I would just reply to that comment saying it was not you." 

She said, "Can I know what you are going to call it?"

I replied, "Don't touch me." 

I said, "I am just curious how did you know it was me? I mean my photo in my blogger looks a bit different. I do not think anyone would have recognized me by looking at the profile picture. You see - I am not that photogenic." 

She replied, "You still do not remember me. Do you?"

I said, "What? Have we met before. Are you for real?" 

She replied, "Sometimes. Somewhere. We must have met. Don't ask me when and where." She had the biggest smile that I have ever seen on anyone's face and went back to her seat. 

I said to myself, "Damn, not again. I hope she comments."