One day on an April-hot Tuesday,
We'll meet for tea in the Akademi canteen.

And the arty men would shake their heads
In disbelief,
And the artful women would giggle,
Nudge each other with elbows above the table,
And knock knees beneath.

And we'd feel their eyes
On our turned backs
                         You and me
Tongue-in-cheek at our corner table
Letting raised brows