ShivIka: Lunch OS by Sophie

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This is my first OS on ShivIka
Hope you like it…
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She was a little nervous. Oh sure, they had talked about this meeting for months, and they had more than twenty years of knowing each other all that time too, yet, this was different. He had never married, and she had been married only a brief time- to brief to leave even memories. Just a blip, blur, and not even enough pain to break her heart. The best she could come up with to describe her marriage was this: it was disappointing.

This was different. This was lunch with Shivaay. She had known him since sixth grade. He had made her laugh with his talking sandwich, he had sat quietly listening when her heart was broken: in High School, in College, and even after her marriage ended. He never intruded or hinted- he treated her and her words with equal measures of respect and honesty. She took his friendship for granted- kind of.

Now, she was thirty something, so was he. No longer were they twelve and sitting on a bus seat together, or a back porch, or a swing set, or the hood of a car—leaning back against the windshield. No, this time they were both adults with some worn tread on their life tires. This time she wouldn’t be sitting next to him talking about someone else, she would be sitting across from him talking about “us.”

Sure it was only lunch. But it was their first real lunch as a potential couple. As he said over the phone:

“Annika, everyone but us thought we should get married. That was decades ago, and everyone that knows us, still thinks that. We just weren’t ready. I am not who I was at twelve, or even twenty, and…neither are you. I think we are ready to acknowledge something we forgot to share with each other. We are soul mates. We always have been. It just felt so natural, we ignored it, because don’t you have to work at both being in love, and loving? We never had to.

I trusted you from the first time I met you. I never had to Shivaayce around the meaning of words, and could just ask you what you meant to say, to see if it matched what you did say. I think you felt the same way too. (She did) We are ready now to see what everyone else always saw. “

She agreed with Shivaay. Just that made her smile, as she realized she often agreed with him. It was like they were always in harmony. Harmony. What a beautiful word when it is feeling between couples. No wonder they say: “We can make beautiful music together.” Yes, we can. No sour notes to contend with, no marching to a different drummer, we follow the same beat, the beat of our hearts.

She got to the restaurant early. It was so crowded she had to wait outside. Shivaay got there just minutes after she checked their reservation- and when the Maître’s told them it would be about thirty minutes until their table was ready- well, he just took her by the hand and went outside with her.

There were about ten steps leading up to the restaurant door, and Shivaay took Annika to a step about half way down the stairs. He took his sweater off, made a little pillow out of it on the step for Annika to sit on, and sat down next to her. Their thighs were touching as she leaned into him a little, and their hands, when not busy adding touches to whatever topic came up, nestled into each other’s hands without fanfare.

The meeting started just like they were twelve- sitting next to each other talking, unselfconscious, unworried, and unhurried. She was no longer nervous about lunch. It would be just fine. They would get a booth, not a table, and sit next to each other, not across from each other. She would lean in to him. He would lean on her. Life had taken different routes to put them on those steps — and because of that, they were ready for the same path.

“Table for two, is ready!”

Shivaay and Annika got up as one. Lunch is served.
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I hope you liked it… I have written some One Shots on KaIra and only wrote this one because I got really positive response for them
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