"How do you always smile effortlessly?" He says with a sarcasmistic smile.

"Does smile need efforts?" I asked and smiled at him.'Yes it takes effort when you've clenched inside from melencholy and greif but you pretend that you're happy with a smile it takes a hella lot courage' he replied

'Well! I agree with you Ashwatth' I replied

"Yes it's such a hardest thing to hide pain and live with a fake smile but what if when we find happiness in sadistic things and we find optimism in our own melencholy and jouissence in our own sadness" I asked

"He smiled with a strange look and said I didn't get what you are talkin' about?" I put my gaze on his perfectly curved brows with sharp edges and some sweaty creases on his forehead" and kept smiling.

'I took a sip of my flat white coffee' and I asked " Do you know the recipe of this flat white coffee?" He replied yes I definitely know I'm a professional chef and an owner of this restaurant he spoke with heavy but gentle voice' I again gave him a glimpse of smile'

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