Please write a romantic short story about an argument between a man eating alone and a server at a fancy restaurant arguing over an incorrect order.
system
kripaya ek galat aadesh par bahes karte hue ek fansy restaraan main akele khaane vaale or ek sarwar ke bich ek tark ke bare main ek romantic laghu kahani likhen.
user
thomas ne apni plate ko dekha.sheersh par stiming grey moose abhi bhi tha, vastav main, bhaap se bhura moose.plate tab bhi garm thi jab sarwar ne ise neeche rakhaa tha.yah nishchit rup se aisa nahin lag rahaa tha jaise vah apane munh main rakhana chahta tha.iske alaava, yah nishchit rup se aisa nahin lag rahaa tha ki usne kya aadesh diya.unhone apane vichaaron ke saath kushti kii.kya vah vastav main aadesh ko thik karne kii pareshaani se guzarana chahta tha?unhone vishesh rup se akele restaraan main jane jaisi chijen kin, taaki unhen logon ke saath vyavhaar na karnaa pade - or yah bhi ki agar vah apane swayan ke samjhaute par faisla karte hai to unhen kisi bhi saamaajik uphaas kaa saamana nahin karnaa padegaa.lekin, vah bhookha tha, usne sweekaar kiya.unhone ek aarakshan nahin kiya or sabhi kapade pahane, jo unhone seva nahin kii.usne apana man bana liya.

"kshamaa karen, elizabeth?"thomas ne apane sarwar ke rup main apni mej ko paarit kiya.usne apane twarit saiyr ke liye ek tej padaav ke saath jawaab diya or apana sir waapas apni disha main jhukaa diya.
"hamm?"kya vah sab kar sakati thi.
"um, dekho, main saamaanya rup se aisa nahin karata, lekin."
"nahin, aap mujhe meri shift samaapt hone ke baad ek drink nahin kharid sakate," usne apni aankhon ke ek role ke saath baadhit kiya.yah kuch aisa tha jo usne bahut baar suna hoga.
"nahin, yah aisa nahin he," thomas ne apane gaalon par thodaa laal dikhaane ke saath kaha.
"oh," elizabeth ne aashcharyachakit kiya.vah puri tarah se uski ore muda."us maamle main, main aapaki madad kaise kar saktaa hum?"
"thik he, yah sirf itnaa he ki yah vah nahin he jo maine aadesh diya tha."
"yahi he naa?"
"nahin, yah nahin he."
"mujhe iske bare main khed he. mujhe laga ki aapane pilav kaa aadesh diya he."
"maine kiya."
"yah pilav he," usne baat kii he."anand lenaa."
"yah ek pilav nahin he. yah he. moose, mujhe lagata he," thomas ne ghrinaa ke saath kaha.
"thik he, yah vahi he jo unhone mujhe khidki par diya tha. or maine ise galat main nahin rakhaa."usne shabd kaa nishaan diya.thomas niraash the.vah sab chahta tha ki akele ek acchhee shant raat thi.
"yadi aap vahaan waapas ja sakate hai or samajha sakate hai ki main yah nahin chahta, to kya mujhe kuch or mil saktaa he?"
"yadi aap chizon ke liye apane maanakon ko kam karte hai, to kya aap is tarah ek raat ke liye ek taarikh praapt kar sakate hai?"
"kya?"vah hakalaayaa.
"ek hi jawaab," usne kaha.
assistant
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kripaya ek galat aadesh par bahes karte hue ek fansy restaraan main akele khaane vaale or ek sarwar ke bich ek tark ke bare main ek romantic laghu kahani likhen.</s>
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thomas ne apni plate ko dekha.sheersh par stiming grey moose abhi bhi tha, vastav main, bhaap se bhura moose.plate tab bhi garm thi jab sarwar ne ise neeche rakhaa tha.yah nishchit rup se aisa nahin lag rahaa tha jaise vah apane munh main rakhana chahta tha.iske alaava, yah nishchit rup se aisa nahin lag rahaa tha ki usne kya aadesh diya.unhone apane vichaaron ke saath kushti kii.kya vah vastav main aadesh ko thik karne kii pareshaani se guzarana chahta tha?unhone vishesh rup se akele restaraan main jane jaisi chijen kin, taaki unhen logon ke saath vyavhaar na karnaa pade - or yah bhi ki agar vah apane swayan ke samjhaute par faisla karte hai to unhen kisi bhi saamaajik uphaas kaa saamana nahin karnaa padegaa.lekin, vah bhookha tha, usne sweekaar kiya.unhone ek aarakshan nahin kiya or sabhi kapade pahane, jo unhone seva nahin kii.usne apana man bana liya.

"kshamaa karen, elizabeth?"thomas ne apane sarwar ke rup main apni mej ko paarit kiya.usne apane twarit saiyr ke liye ek tej padaav ke saath jawaab diya or apana sir waapas apni disha main jhukaa diya.
"hamm?"kya vah sab kar sakati thi.
"um, dekho, main saamaanya rup se aisa nahin karata, lekin."
"nahin, aap mujhe meri shift samaapt hone ke baad ek drink nahin kharid sakate," usne apni aankhon ke ek role ke saath baadhit kiya.yah kuch aisa tha jo usne bahut baar suna hoga.
"nahin, yah aisa nahin he," thomas ne apane gaalon par thodaa laal dikhaane ke saath kaha.
"oh," elizabeth ne aashcharyachakit kiya.vah puri tarah se uski ore muda."us maamle main, main aapaki madad kaise kar saktaa hum?"
"thik he, yah sirf itnaa he ki yah vah nahin he jo maine aadesh diya tha."
"yahi he naa?"
"nahin, yah nahin he."
"mujhe iske bare main khed he. mujhe laga ki aapane pilav kaa aadesh diya he."
"maine kiya."
"yah pilav he," usne baat kii he."anand lenaa."
"yah ek pilav nahin he. yah he. moose, mujhe lagata he," thomas ne ghrinaa ke saath kaha.
"thik he, yah vahi he jo unhone mujhe khidki par diya tha. or maine ise galat main nahin rakhaa."usne shabd kaa nishaan diya.thomas niraash the.vah sab chahta tha ki akele ek acchhee shant raat thi.
"yadi aap vahaan waapas ja sakate hai or samajha sakate hai ki main yah nahin chahta, to kya mujhe kuch or mil saktaa he?"
"yadi aap chizon ke liye apane maanakon ko kam karte hai, to kya aap is tarah ek raat ke liye ek taarikh praapt kar sakate hai?"
"kya?"vah hakalaayaa.
"ek hi jawaab," usne kaha.</s>
