“Are you having that?”
Manik heard a voice and he tilted his head.
“Uhm the ketchup?” he asked.
“Yes.” Manik noticed the lone woman sitting beside his table.
“No, I am not using it. You can take it.” He said and handed over the ketchup sachet to her.
“Thanks.”
He sat there smiling at her as she generously spread the ketchup on her burger.
“If you want I can get more from the counter for you.”
“Oh no thank you! I am actually a big fan of ketchup. If I go up to the counter I would get 10 sachets. Which is why I asked you. I am controlling myself, you see.” She looked in her early twenties who wore a figure hugging dress that went well with her petite slim frame.
“That is amusing.” Manik said grinning.
“I remember as a kid I would eat a whole bottle of ketchup in one sitting.”
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