Friday Nights (part 1)

She chose an empty seat by the door, on one of those tall uncomfortable stools where your feet never touches the floor while her eyes kept darting back to the door through which Tola would eventually come through. That one was never punctual. God knows she would definitely be late on her wedding day.

The two friends had spoken earlier during the day where Tola whined over the phone on why a girl’s night out was needed. One would think they hadn’t seen each other in a month. They still went for a wedding together last Saturday.

But we chat every other day, Ade retorted. It’s not the same, I need to see your annoying face, Tola responded and that was how they ended up at King’s.

They agreed on 7pm. Ade purposely got there at 7:30pm. Yes, Tola’s definitely not there yet.

“Can I get a glass of slush?” Ade asked the first waiter that passed by.

“Oh.We don’t serve that here. Can I get you a glass of our chapman instead? You would love it.”

“Okay. Make it 2 please.”

King’s is new in the area. It’s at the end of the office complexes on Tony Anyanwu, Ikoyi.There’s a certain vibe the beautiful outer décor gives, retro-quasi-modern. So when Tola mentioned a night out, it quickly came to Ade’s mind.

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Not bad. Nice place. The wakabouts haven’t sunk their claws into this one yet. No smell of sweaty bodies lingering. No loud music blaring.The air is light and there’s a semi-sweet, somewhat tangy fragrance in the air. Like aftershave. Minty-tangy like…

“Hey.”

Ade turned around abruptly at the sudden sound ather back with a scream caught in her throat. There was a man standing behind her.

“Hey sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

He came closer and there it was. The Minty-tangy smell.

She eyed him as he stretched forth his hand.

“I just thought I could join you. Since you were seated all by yourself and I could also do with some bit of company.”

“And how do you know I would be good company?”

She retorted with a snide bite to her words. Her heart was still reeling from the almost panic attack. Where in heavens is Tola?

And why is this one smiling?

“My name is David.” He stretched out his hand again.

“Adeola.”

She responded.Without the handshake. And with that she turned to face her glass of chapman sitting pretty on a tray, Tola’s glass idling beside it.

She looked at her watch again. It was past 8 and Tola was nowhere in sight. Not even a phone call.

“You look like you’re expecting company.” David said as he eyed the second glass.

“Oh Captain Obvious, how smart of you to figure that out.” It slipped out before she could restrain herself. This mouth would be the end of her someday.

He smiled.

She is not usually not this rude. Okay that’s a lie. We know she’s rude. All her friends say she’s rude, but she likes to claim she’s simply being blunt.

to be continued…..

Cheers

Olutomiwa Odujoko

Olutomiwa Odujoko

Olutomiwa is a young creative with an unwavering passion for singing along to her ever changing music playlists, reading books and weaving words in her head.
However, when compelled, she puts pen to paper and tries to make magic. Connect with her via Instagram @miwa_odujay
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Olutomiwa is a young creative with an unwavering passion for singing along to her ever changing music playlists, reading books and weaving words in her head. However, when compelled, she puts pen to paper and tries to make magic. Connect with her via Instagram @miwa_odujay

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