Running away

"Can't start the day without coffee huh?" Good. She was in office.
"Good Morning to you too and no. Coffee first. Everything else can wait." Cocky as usual.
"Why do you come to office so early everyday? I guess half the city is still asleep." Being in office by 6:30 AM is insanity. Period. My reason for coming to this damned office so early is right in front of me drinking coffee. Did I mention I have totally lost it?
"Its a healthy habit to do so.Being early in office makes me catch up on lots of things till others come. I get lot of work done with out any disturbance thus increasing my productivity which in turn increases the profit margin of my project, hence contributing to overall organization development." She can't be serious! That it so...ugh!!
"Really?" Please say no!Please say no!Please say no! I prayed silently in my mind.
"Of course not! Its summer now and it gets very hot to drive after 7 AM. So I come here when the weather is still cool. Thats all. But you fell for my story didn't you." No! For a minute I thought I was talking to a super snob.
"Just a teeny-weeny bit." Thats an understatement.
"Why are you here though?" All right lady, its my move now.
"I thought if I come early I could get to talk to you over a cup of coffee; without anyone lurking around." I watched her face closely. The last thing she is, dumb. I knew she understood my insinuation.
"So mission accomplished then?" No reaction? Thats just....weird!
"I would say mission is successful but there is a small thing that is bothering me." Please don't ask me why, I thought desperately.
"What's that?"
"How come your face is completely blank even after I told you that I wanted to have a cup of coffee with you? When a guy asks a girl for a coffee with all privacy, there should be some sort of emotion on your face. Anger, embarrassment....something? At least butterflies in your stomach?" At this, she started laughing. I don't know what got hurt the most - my ego or my pride.
"Butterflies? Why? Do you have them?" She was giggling now. She didn't answer. That was a positive sign...wasn't it?
"Don't be ridiculous. I have moths in my stomach. Much more masculine you see." She rolled her eyes. I simply grinned at her.
"How the hell does it matter if its moths or butterflies?"
"It does matter!!! Butterflies in your stomach will be of all soft colors that girls generally love and they would be hopping from one pretty flower to another. Oh! there would be background music too-perhaps violin or some blond singing how wonderful everything is in her sickeningly sweet voice." Gosh! These things are so simple, clear cut rules of society. Everyone claims to be independent blah blah and double blah, but in reality they religiously follow the society norms. Us guys have it printed on our DNA.
"I presume your moths will be opposite to this?"
"You bet. Moths will be gray in color, sauntering in dim lit space. Guitar or rock music is a must."
"Pretty prejudiced perception, isn't it?"
"Here is the rule. A girl can be tomboyish but a guy can never be femenish. Its simply not acceptable."
"Femenish is not a word."
"I know, I was just putting my point across. How many male friends do you have who like pink color, use Britney Spears music for their work out and who actually likes her music not because of the video but for the fact that they believe her songs are Grammy material?"
"What's wrong with that? A person is entitled to his own opinion."
"Even if they do like those stuff, they never say it in public. If he does, then he becomes his own enemy. Trust me."
"So you still have moths in your stomach?"
"Not anymore. They have gone to cafeteria for an early breakfast with the butterflies in your stomach. I think we too better go there and watch over them. Moths tend to get a bit morbid and butterflies annoyingly sweet. What do you think?" I crossed my fingers under the table and maintained a cool and calm exterior. Being that nervous idiot I was, forgot in that moment that the table top was completely transparent. She looked at my fingers and my face and said "Lead the way"

For next one hour we had our breakfast leisurely discussing diet, fashion preferences, moodiness and dating habits of moths and butterflies. Coming to office definitely had it perks, I idly mused as we walked back to our building.