"Ann! What the hell ? Again ?!" Lucy, Annika's friend shrieked. Annika ignored her and remained focused on her work.

Lucy turned her chair away from the desk and asked, "Stop your eye rolls in check, woman! Our every friends are talking about you"

Annika shrugged off.

"Ann babe! How can you take this so lightly ? This is fishy. That barista guy is definitely annoying yet... uhm-mm kinda cute. What do you think ?" Lucy said to receive a black look from Annika.

"Okay. Cool. I'm leaving to get us some snacks" Lucy left the room. Annika turned towards her table and the coffee cup drew her attention.

A misspelled name on the coffee cup can prompt many reactions. There can be a fair amount of reasons behind misspelling the names. As it is, though, each time Annika shrugs and proceed with the very necessary caffeine consumption, today it surely did angered her.

Today, she'd advised the barista that her name is spelled "ANNIKA," only to get a cup emblazoned with AIKA.

"I should get this done today!" She got her shoulder bag and the coffee cup. "Ann, where are you going ?!" Lucy asked astonished.

"To get a closure for this!" She stormed off the room making Lucy worried. Annika reached the Mister Barista cafe.

"Who's handwriting is this ?!" Annika asked at the reception desk. The female staff looked oblivious to the query of Annika.

"Ma'am. How may I help you ?" One guy came to her. "Who's handwriting is this ? I just want to know"

"Ma'am, misspellings seem to happen so often. Please calm down. We—-"

"No. It's not about misspelling my name. It's about the guy. The one who received my call. Every time the same fellow receives my calls. Surprisingly. Everyday, although literally I spell out my name to him, nevertheless they get misspelled"

"Ma'am. What happened ? Om! What are you staring at ?" Andrew, one the staff nudged him.

"I just hope the handwriting shouldn't belong to him" Omkara got the coffee cup from Annika.

Andrew and Omkara observed the handwriting and said, "Shivaay!"

"So he's an Indian ? Great. Call him out!"

"Andrew, get him to table 27. Ma'am, please follow me" Omkara led her.

"Why are we going up now ?" She asked frowning at him.

"Actually, ma'am...I—-Shivaay...he's my brother"

"Brother ?! I was guessing so with your name. What kind of attitude is this ? I've got a bone to pick with your brother!"

"Ma'am. Please calm down. He's not what—-he's here! Shivaay!" Omkara raised his hand frustratingly.

Annika turned behind. His blue eyes were a perfect hue that could melt anyone. His smile, warmer the gentle sunlight falling on her skin from the giant wall glass. In the foreign land, full of colourful eyes, she swear she never has been so mesmerised like this before.

"Is she the one ? The girl you talked about ?" Om whispered asked.

"You, bright boy! Yes. She's the one whom I was talking about all these day" Shivaay said patting his shoulder.

Omkara exposed his teeth for a nervous smile at her. He gave a hard stare at his brother before storming down. He can't be a scapegoat for his brother's romantic shade. Nah!

"Hey. Myself, Shivaay. I'm a MBA student. Nice to meet you, well"

"I don't need your introduction"

"Andrew said you were looking out for me"

"Yeah. But, wh—-" Shivaay raised his hands and said, "Relax. Relax. You wanted to know who wrote this ? Right. That's me. And I guess sharing names are a basic thing in two's conversation. Isn't it Annika ?"

"You know my name ?! Spell it out!"

"A-N-N-I-K-A" He chuckled at her amazed face. "You—-you! Why did you—-you're just ridiculous! How can you ruin my name for your own entertainment ?!"

"Hmm. I definitely misspelled your name deliberately. Every time. I saw you in an art exhibition last month. You were with your friends. I liked your artwork and so you. I joined as a barista here after doing a fair amount of stalking. I'm sorry about that. I just wanted to approach you in a different way. Why not"

Annika sighed.

"Approach what ?"

"A date. Maybe..maybe just a coffee. With the right spelling of your name"

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Gratitude, Love Comrade