LIZZY
I got home about an hour ago, and I haven't put my phone down since. It's been two
weeks since I met Fred, and we've been talking non-stop. We haven't met again since
then, though; he seems to be a busy man. Every time my phone buzzes, my heart skips
a beat. The anticipation is thrilling!
I can feel Carol's gaze burning into me, and I know she is absolutely dying for me to spill
the tea. She just got back from South Africa, looking tan and refreshed. I deliberately
told her we'd talk when she arrived and gave her zero details about my encounter with
Fred. The suspense is killing her, and I can't help but relish in the delicious torture of
keeping her in the dark. Perfect way to keep your best friend on the edge, right?
"You can't torment me like this. The guy can wait. Phone down, please," she says, still
giggling.
"Just give me a minute!" I quickly send Fred a text: I need to go, talk later. I sit up and
put my phone on the charger next to me.
"Okay, let's talk," I say, laughing.
“Ai, you should have done that immediately you got home. Oh wait, you couldn't
because you've been glued to your phone giggling. Now spill."
"I need to take a shower first," I say with a mischievous grin. "But fine, where do I even
begin? So, you know how I like using shared rides?"
"Lizzy! I thought you stopped doing that," she says, laughing.
"I know, I know, but listen. I get into this shared ride, and there he is: Fred. He was
impeccably dressed in a tailored navy blue suit. And girl, he looked like he definitely
works out. Probably even a gym rat."
"Really? What else?" Carol asks, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"He has these mesmerizing brown eyes. You know, the kind that just draw you in," I say,
sighing dramatically.
I get up and walk towards the kitchen.
"And...?" she shouts from the living room, practically bouncing with excitement.
"I ended up asking for his number, you know, the shoot-your-shot kind of thing."
"What are we having for dinner?" I ask while pouring myself and Carol a generous glass
of wine.
"Girl, please, the stomach can wait. And... what happened after that?"
"Nothing," I laugh. "We are just talking. I just met the guy, babe."
I quickly rush to the bedroom to avoid more questions from Carol; that's all I can give
her right now.
As the warm water runs down my body, I can't help but think about the stranger I met. I
don’t think I’ve ever met a man who smells so intoxicatingly good. The mere thought of
him turns me on. He was about 5'7" or 5'8" tall—I can’t quite pinpoint his exact height.
Perfect shade of brown, just how I like my men. And to top it all off, he exuded a chill,
calm demeanor, speaking sparingly, yet his presence was magnetic. Whoever said
“mwanaume ni jasho” was clearly not serious because this man’s scent was absolutely
heavenly.
I’m jolted back to reality when the shower turns icy cold. "Oh no, you didn’t!" I shout
toward the bedroom, where Carol is evidently up to something.
"You’ve been showering for an hour! I don’t have any KPLC shares," she calls back, her
voice tinged with amusement.
I giggle, shaking my head as I grab my towel and start drying off. When I walk out of the
bathroom, I find Carol lounging on the bed, grinning sheepishly.
"What’s up?" I ask, trying to keep a smile off my face but failing miserably.
"Nothing," she responds, her smile stretching wider.
"Bro, I can see your molars from here. What’s going on?"
"I just know you were daydreaming in there," she says with a teasing glint in her eye.
I ignore her and begin pulling on my pajamas. "Huh!" she gasps with a cheeky
excitement, "Did you touch yourself? You dirty girl."
I grab a pillow and toss it at her with a playful grin. "No, I did not," I laugh, trying to
sound indignant but failing.
"Mmmhmm, sure," she says, raising an eyebrow.
I retaliate by hurling my wet towel in her direction. "Stop it."
"Okay, okay," she says, laughing. "I just hope I didn’t stop you from..."
"Carol, seriously?" I scream with laughter.
"Fine, fine," she says, standing up and stretching. "Dinner’s here—pizza and lots of
chicken. Just the way you like it."
"I'm coming," I reply, still chuckling. She leaves the room, and I quickly finish getting
dressed.
The rest of the night unfolds in a whirlwind of laughter, wine, and joy. Carol regales me
with every romantic detail of her trip to South Africa, and we catch up on everything
we’ve missed. We watch a movie, our sides aching from laughter, and eventually, we
pass out in a cozy, wine-induced haze.