Tiny Love Stories 2: Fish and Chips

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Mishti and Jitin had met for Fish and Chips, just as they did every weekend whenever they were together in London.

“Try the mushy peas,” Jitin said, pushing the tray slightly toward her.

Mishti ignored it for a second, busy pulling apart the fish, watching the steam escape.

“You always rush to the sides,” she pouted once the fish looked good enough to bite into.

“I’m not rushing,” Jitin rolled his eyes. " I thought the peas look good. So I thought we could eat them first."

Mishti looked at her best friend intently. “You pick at everything else first.”

“That’s not true,” Jitin laughed.

Mishti didn’t argue, just dipped a chip into the peas, slow, like she was proving something without saying it. It sagged, barely holding.

“See?” she said, holding it up.

Jitin leaned in and took a bite anyway. “Still fine.”

“It’s not about fine,” Mishti said, finally reaching for the fish. “You leave the best part for later and then act like it doesn’t matter.”

Jitin didn’t reply this time.

Mishti broke off a piece, crisp, still hot, and ate it. With a smile on her face. She knew she was right.

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(Part of the “Oops My Heart Did a Somersault” universe)