He has always wondered about left-handed people. They stood out with their uniqueness, he thought. He was watching the girl sitting across from him, keenly. It amused him the way she handled the fork so skillfully with her left hand. She raised her eyebrows at him in question devouring her tagliatelle. He just smiled. He knew that she wasn’t going to ask him why he was staring at her or cracked a smile, until she finishes off her plate. She lifts her eyebrows again.
“Take your time.”
He replied reaching out for his glass.
She nodded.
He found it funny that he was on his fourth date with her, at same place! There was nothing romantic about that place in anyone’s opinion. They happened to come there on their ‘unofficial first date’ and she just loved the food. And that followed all other dates! But he has decided on a different place for their next date anyways; he pursed his lips with a sneaky smile. On the other hand, he admits to himself that irrespective of where they are in he loves being with her, watching her!
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She leaned back in her chair and smiled at him, sated.
“So, what were you saying?”
“Nothing. I was just saying that even at the age of 70, lefties don’t have a shaky hand while eating.”
She burst out laughing.
“And even after 40 years, still this is my favourite food!” She winked.
Leaflets 
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