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Episode 18

They sat by the pool side, sipping chapman and eating from a plate of grilled pepper chicken.

“Will you come to the wedding?” his dark gaze rested on her light brown ones.

She shrugged, “I don’t know.”
“You are coming and that’s final.”
“Did you develop dictatorship tendencies overnight?” she eyed him.

“You are the reason why I am in Lagos.”
She raised an eyebrow, “What about the wedding?”
“The perfect excuse.”

She lowered her gaze. The fact that he came purposely to see her made her to feel special. He was one of the few close friends she had. As a matter of fact, he was the only male friend she found attractive. She hoped something futuristic could be birthed from their friendship.

“Although I hate to let you go, it’s getting rather late.”

She glanced at her silver plated wrist-watch.

It was past nine. She had no will to return home, but, the thought of seeing him the next day thrilled her. She lifted her eyes to meet his calm ones.

“Text me the venue.”

He grinned.


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