White sauce pasta

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“And we met again, Sherlin,” Sherlin looked up from the tablet in her hand and she found Kabir standing in front of her.

“Kabir,” she looked at him with surprise in her eyes.

“What happened, your date stood you up?” he asked as he took the seat.

“No, apparently people think I need a break, so here am I having lunch all by myself,” She said as she drank some of her juice.

“Excuse me,” He called the waiter standing a little far from the table they were at.

“What did you order?” He asked looking at her.

“What?” she questioned back.

Kabir kept his hand on the table a little too eager and frustrated I guess, “What did you order, Ms. Yoga teacher?” he repeated himself as She frowned.

“White sauce pasta, why?” She replied with confusion.

“I was right, you are in delusional need of some fun,” He said as the waiter arrived at their desk.

“Chicken wings basket, spicy red sauce pasta, Hakka noodles, and ice cream with a bottle of white wine thank you,” He ordered as Sherlin loo