a comprehensive guide to awkward apologies | asanj
It was an older sibling complex to take all of your younger siblings' problems as thought it's their own and Asad was no stranger to that. Or perhaps it was just his overprotective streak. Asad wasn't sure - it was debatable. Whatever it was, the fact of the matter was that he felt responsible for the state Anjali was in, because one of his siblings had been directly responsible in creating the mess. He checked for the third time to make sure he had sent the details of the dinner to Anjali (he became irrationally nervous when people did not reply to his messages) and then finally set out from the office after wrapping up his last minute work. He felt severely underdressed in his polo shirt and jeans but it was a Sunday and he had no mood to dress up for office on Sunday. He shouldn't even be in the office on Sunday. It was the pending work which he couldn't take off his mind and plus, he needed a distraction after finding out about the mess Yasmin had created. The snaking long queue at Trattoria made him glad that at least he had managed to book a reservation. He hated crowds. Especially the boisterous dinner crowds that talked loudly with their mouth open. Pet peeve of his since childhood - absent dinner etiquettes.
Asad only realised after sitting at their reserved seat that he had ended up at the place a full half an hour early. He nearly scoffed at himself but controlled it, fishing out his phone to occupy his time. he was going to look absolutely mental if he ended up ordering food alone at a window seat with the view to boot so he sent a quick text to Anjali, hoping he didn't sound like a complete dork.
