Blabber Mouth Chronicles : 3. Do you believe me!!!

He laughed and said "Hope I didn't scare you. Can I sit here?", and he sat in front of me. What are you thinking? Say no, is all I could think. I was too stunned to speak. "Did you order something? Are you a vegetarian?". Why is he asking so many questions? Who is he? Is he a spy? Will he hurt me? and I started looking around. He won't dare there are a lot of people around. Does he have a gun? Doesn't seem so. I should stop watching too much detective stuff.

"Hello!! Yes you scared me. No you can't sit here. Yes, I ordered, for me. I am a vegetarian or not is none of your business. And you are creepy". He started laughing, rofl sorts. "Slow down. You really speak a lot. I am sorry we had a such a bad start. I am.. (lets call him "guy"). And you are?".  I told him my name. And then I pointed out what a cheesy pickup line he used. "Do you think thats a pickup line? a cheesy one?  Okk. I am sorry for saying that. Now, can I sit here?". Ok, I'll let him sit here. He is kind of  interesting. Never seen a guy this bold. And yes I am a bit crazy.

Our food arrived and we started eating. And he couldn't just stop talking (and he says I speak a lot :P). "Whats the rush? Enjoy the food, you are on a vacation, right? Are you always in such a hurry?" he said. I am not rushing, this is how I eat. "Have you seen the sanctuary here? Its such a nice place. And the botanical garden here has the rarest and most beautiful flowers. And you really should see the sunset here".  Thats it? He is a tourist guide? And I thought he liked me. 

"No. I haven't. I don't want to. I am here to just take rest, take a break, from life, especially from people." I replied rolling my eyes at him. And no I don't need a guide. "Oh come on. Lets just roam around". "I am not paying you" I said. And there, the annoying laugh, again. "I didn't realize I didn't give you my full introduction. I m not a guide. I am a photographer. Don't look at me like that, its more of a hobby and I don't take pics in marriages. I am not Pappu photographer :P ".

And so he ultimately convinced me to "roam around" with him. It was a nice day, whether forecast was for rains. I like rains. But I don't like strangers. Somehow this stranger is fascinating. "So, who are you running from?" he pulled me back from my slumber of thoughts. "No one. I don't run. I just had to face a moron. Why do such people always win anyways?". "Oh come on. Your boss is not that bad." Who is this person? How does he know that?


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