The Dark Night...!

It’s funny how you dislike some one for a particular reason and like for the same. I was as always at work. I am an editor, I edit corporate films. My studio was booked from 3 pm onwards. The client was late. Super late rather. He stepped in at 6:30 and without the material to be edited. He disappeared again and turned after an hour. By that time, everyone from my office was gone. It was me and the security guard. Irritated already we began the project. I called home to tell mom that I ll be late.
We didn’t talk at least for 2 hours. Other than him telling me what all he needs in the video. It was 10 pm and we didn’t even reach half. Had dinner. And there I saw him properly. Looked my age, with glasses on, didn’t look nerdy thou, dark complexioned with print of weed on his black T shirt. We started talking, not much because I was still angry with him. We got started with work again. No talk only work. 12:00 am…1:00 am…2:00 am time just went on passing. I thought I would get done with this project till 12 max... Finally project got done by 3:30. It was too late and he was going towards my house. I thought I would drop him on the way and continue the taxi home.
Got a cab, got our smokes and started with the starters, like, where do you live, and which is your favorite movie, etc etc. Suddenly he turned towards me and said, he would drop me home, if I didn’t mind. Why would I mind? I was getting accompanied home, well for me. We reached and got off the cab. We walked a little and I loved walking on empty road with only golden lights. He was a little scared but I was enjoying. We walked a lot just aimlessly because the night was very quiet like never experienced before. It 5 in the morning and we had no end to the conversations. Well I was doing most of the talking. I am very much like a tom boy so taught him some slangs which he would never understand and get to a different level altogether. We spoke about our frustrating jobs and our bosses, friends, trips and also about his band. He is a guitarist and a vocalist in a band. We were very much like poles parts. He was into rock music and I love old Hindi films songs, I love to dance and he has two left feet. I was an extrovert and he an introvert, he likes beer and I am a vodka person n totally hate beer. Well the only thing we had in common was our smoking brands. We went in search for a chai wala. He isn’t much of a tea person too. Got one and it was the nicest tea tasted in recent times also had a fight with an auto wala for charging more, we smoked, talked walked… and he finally after sometime, he too spoke his heart out too. It was nice. We were walking back and the light was touching the grounds. We could now see people around us and then… it was morning. Sleep was no where close in our eyes. But we had to get home. Caught an auto and he left but before leaving he asked for a hug and that too in a very cute funny weird way. I didn’t want to know his number, I didn’t want to talk to him again, and I didn’t want to meet again. Not for any other reason but only this that it was a very special night. Maybe for the both of us and didn’t want to get this into a normal plane. I wanted him to be the stranger whom I met so strangely on a strange night.