"So , do you still talk to him ?" , she asked.
"What is there to talk about ? " , still struggling to finish that spicy food she ordered.
"I thought you were good friends." , shrugging her shoulders, trying to figure out her story.
She looked at her with teary eyes, and than looking outside the window, she replied,
"I thought it too."
Her friend still doesn't know whether those were the tears of sorrow or was it the doing of spicy food.