I laughed as if she just cracked a terrible joke. As if you both had some history together and you didn’t want to share?” “Cos, maybe I sensed something between you too. “About you and our designer.” She said with a smile, while walking to sit on my laps, wrapping her arms around my neck. “About what?” I asked with a languid interest, I had so much in my mind and she wasn’t even part of it. I picked the journal up and handed it to her…įranca exchanged glances with me and I gave her. “Oh.what is that, let me see….” She shouted and looking at what she was pointing at, I realized my clumsiness had made me drop the journal I had been holding and the sketch… my own personal sketch was out in the open. While Dafina shifted for him to take a seat… I tried as much as possible not to look at him…it was best to pretend that I don’t know him or remember him but it was difficult…. I looked away…ĭamn it! Scarlet! Get it together! I screamed to myself in my head. “Oh! Now that’s more like my man!” Dafina said as he spotted him and she stood up proudly to kiss him on the lips…. Franca pinched me slightly and I quickly gulped down the drink in my hand. His hair, probably because of the wetness glinted under the face cap… his short sharp lips were so attractive and…. He looked like a seasoned warrior with those cheekbones that have even grown so prominent and his nose, slightly obscured by his fuzzy thin black beard against his light skin. Muscles rippled across every part of his body. He was in an armless red polo shirt and a pair of brown shorts. Well, as I took the drink from the waiter and was going back to my seat, I spotted him… and my heart began to race. “This is beautiful Dafina, do you mind looking at it again…?” Franca persuaded her, taking her through more of her magazines but I stood up, I needed a drink else I might lose my mind if Lawrence didn’t come out on time. I was beginning to lose my patience, both for waiting for Lawrence to come out and meet us from wherever he had gone to get cleaned up, and for this lady to make up her mind. “I don’t like all these sketches, let me see something else,” Dafina said for the third time. “I don’t know Franca… I honestly don’t know.” “Wow! So why didn’t you shout or embrace each other?” Franca asked and for that, I couldn’t give any reply.
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