“Don’t give it a second thought, Lek,” he touched her hand gingerly, “nature will take it’s course, it is futile to try to stop the inevitable, to thwart Karma, for that is what I think our friendship is.” Having been successful touching her hand, he laid his hand on hers and patted it, until he heard the waitress bring their drinks trolley. She poured them a drink each, waaied and then left.
Tong went to put his hand back on Lek’s but it was no longer there. “Cheers, my dear!” he said. Lek repeated the first word.
Tong had obviously pre-ordered the meal, because he hadn’t done it in front of Lek, nor had he asked what she would like to eat, although the food was excellent. After about thirty minutes, Tong excused himself to go to the gents. Lek looked in the beaker of chits to see how m
