Coffee sir?

It was Saturday evening, I was returning from school with three of my friends. We had no special plans for the Saturday night, we decided to have dinner at this coffee shop cum restaurant on 100 ft road. It's a nice cozy place with lot of sofas and bean bag and even swings for sitting. There you can relax, sip cup of coffee and have nice talk with friends without being bothered by other people's high pitch boastings or the when-the-hell-will-you-leave-others-are-waiting look on waiters face (that we generally get in any Bangalore restaurant on Saturday or Sunday evenings). "Coffee, Culture, Cuisine" is their punch line. In short I love the ambiance very much.

As were chatting or should I say gossiping as usual, S suggested why we don't play "truth or dare" for a change. It was instantaneously agreed upon. She found a small pen for rotating. Everybody chose to play safe and chose go for truth. There were usual boring questions like memorable moment, embarrassing moment and first crush stuff. S chose dare. There was a topiwala guy sitting stylishly in bean bag outside. I asked her to go and ask his name ( I thought he might be hunk). She hesitated a bit but went on and asked his name. It was fun watching her go and look of surprise on the guys face. Now everyone was supposed to chose dare. The topiwala being our target. We were sitting exactly diagonally to him. H suggested she will give him a flying kiss. And guess what she actually went till the door blew some kisses in air... in our direction, the guy being behind outside the glass wall :-). (Not to mention the guy turned out to be just another stylo dumbo) The restaurant people were watching us curiously. R's dare was to dance to the tune of music played. She actually stood up in front of us and danced to Michael J's "Dangerous" tunes. We were object of attention around. Now it was my turn. I am asked to act as one of the guys there and wait on one table.
Ummm ... I hesitated a lot. Kya karu, kaise karu... mera change karo naa ... But S was very particular on me doing that. So I marched upto the guy behind counter and asked if I can serve once. He instantaneously agreed and said he will call me. He asked me to collect bill from a couple sitting outside. The guy was surprised to see a gal restaurantl, the restaurent has guys that too wearing black Ts and caps. Me was wearing some colorful top... my heart beat racing unnecessarily. Me acted very decent, standing polietly, supressing laughter. I got the money from him and came in. Guess what, the rest people gave a big round of applause and I was specially asked to come again. It was real freaking fun.

You never know you might find me serving coffee in some Bangalore coffee shop.
Coffee anyone???