He was dressed in a suit. A fucking suit in this humid Bombay weather. I could see that he already had an upper hand over me. A suit over my ‘grey t-shirt and tethered jeans with a captain america colored sandals’. He had a tie too. I was sweating a bit less than usual but nevertheless I took my tissue and wiped my forehead. He looked like he was carved out of soap and the wrinkles added to give character.
”Hope I am not too late ?” He spoke with a tone that demanded respect.
”No , I saw you walk in , i had a hard time crossing this road” I smiled like a servant who wanted a raise.
“You want to order something ? Cappuccino or Espresso or something ?”
“I will order a black tea. Put more sugar or give an extra bag”
He sat down and took his iPad out. He kept staring at it as the waiter took the order. My smartphone searched for free WiFi and i was embarrassed to ask for password. What would he think of me ?
He looked up at the waiter “ Free wifi ... what is your passowrd” with a lot of confidence
The waiter replied with a smile “coffeeandbiscuits@123”
He connected , I connected and we connected .
‘So krishand about your project ....” we spoke for a long time.
