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Edna is sitting down at one of the tables closest to the window and she watches as tiny droplets of water roll on the glass and tickles down till it disappears.

She does that for so long that by the time she looks up at Malik again, he has drunk almost half of his coffee and she is yet to even take a sip of hers.

She prefers to keep her fingers around the cup and even though it burned to some extent, the stinging feeling is gone now and it's just warmth to her fingers now.

She doesn't even realize that she has this gloom on her face or how much she is just drifting off in her thoughts until Malik says something.

" Is something wrong with the coffee, Edna?" He lightly touches her finger to get her attention. " It has lots of creams, just the way you like it. "

Yes, she has noticed that he knows that about her. He knows the littlest details about her and that's not just something he picked up from the few days that she has been seeking asylum in his house.

He knows her favorite fla