The boy with a broad smile thrust a chocolate in my hand when I entered office.
Who can resist chocolate?
As I read somewhere, a survey revealed that 9 out of 10 people said they loved chocolate. The tenth one lied.
I showered praise on him, gave a hug and rushed to my seat.
I then merrily bit the bar, hoping to cherish the melting moment.
Phewww. I spat it out at the same speed that I gulped it.
It was bitter, acidic, pungent and much more.
The boy laughed out loud.
“It was Dark Chocolate,” he smiled.
“But why did you give me dark chocolate? I love sweet ones,” I reacted angrily.
“It is just that dark chocolate is good for the brain. I thought I could help you,” smiled the boy.
“You are like chocolate yourself,” I told him.When he smiled, I added: “Full of nuts.”