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Of Beautiful and Weird Fixations

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Monday Morning, I am busy in my office working on my last week’s report. The report that I had lied to myself to work on it from home only to end up at Michelle’s, the whole weekend. I need to finish this report before the boss gets to the office. That is why I am so engrossed on my report that I do not see Tangaza standing at the door to my office.  

“Hey,” his voice startles me.

I do not want to deal with him right now but I have no choice.

“Hey,” curtly, I reply still typing on my laptop.

“What happened on Saturday? You just disappeared,”

“I am sorry, I got an emergency phone call. My friend was in trouble,”

“You should have told me, I sat there waiting for you and you never showed up,”

“I am sorry, I should have told you,”

“So, next Saturday then?”

“Sorry, I have plans next weekend,”

“What about the other weekend?”

“I think we should have to wait and see, I don’t want to promise you anything then cancel it,”

“Okay, cool”

I go back to my work and he stands there awkwardly for a few minutes before disappearing.

Well, that went better than I had anticipated. I get back to my work. I have a lot to do this week. I have reports coming in and I need to update a few of our database. I open my laptop and get back to work.

I am so engrossed in my work that I literally jump, when my phone rings. The number on the screen is not familiar.

“Hello…”

“Hello Maselinah, It’s Erick, we met last week in your office,”

“Oh, hey Erick,” shoot! I totally forgot to call him back like I had promised.

“I went looking for your number when you didn’t call back.”

“I am so sorry, it totally slipped my mind.”

“It’s okay, I understand you are a very busy woman.”

“I am sorry again,”

“It’s fine. I just called to ask if we can have an early dinner today after work.”

“Okay,”

“Great! I will text you the pin then. See you later Maselinah,”

“See you later Erick.”

That is how I find myself in this new restaurant in Westland. The place is quiet and very intimate with yellow bulbs put in clusters of three decorating the ceiling and creating such a romantic feeling. The mixture of buzz from the couples and other group of people, and the slow jazz playing on the background makes it hard not to fall in love with the place. Erick had already reserved a sit for us, so that when we enter the reception, the waiter takes us outside on the patio where it is open but more cozy and intimate. Instead of yellow bulbs, I can see oil lamps spread across the few lamp-stands. The outside is quieter than the inside except for  a few tweets of birds and the jazz music. Other than us, there are only two other couples sitting on the patio.

Erick pulls the chair for me, waits for me to slide inside the chair before he slightly pushes it inside the table. He then goes ahead and sits on the opposite chair. He looks at me and smiles. He has the cutest smile, honestly I don’t know why we didn’t go further than a few tinder chats. The guy is clearly goals.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asks as he brings me back to the present.

“Nothing interesting there,”

“Really? Why don’t I believe you?”

“You tell me.”

“So, how was your weekend?”

“My weekend was great, nothing much. Spend it at a friend I haven’t seen in a long time.”

An expression I can’t put a word to, crosses his face and disappears immediately.

“Does he stay in Nairobi?”

“Yes, Michelle stays in Nairobi. She is a nurse in a very busy hospital,”

His shoulders relaxes and I realize he had gone tense. Well, well,well… Mr. Cute smile was jealous. I don’t why this tiny bit of information makes me happy ?

“So she was finally free?”

“Yeah, she had an off this weekend so we had a lot of catching up to do.”

The waiter, all dark, tall and handsome in a crispy white shirt and black trousers brings our first course. I ordered their mushroom soup while Erick had ordered chicken noodle soup. As the soups is put in front of us and the waiter leaves, Erick stops talking and starts taking his soup. I follow suit, but I cannot go at his pace. Within two minutes, his soup is gone and now he is staring at me, intrigue written all over his face.

“What?” I ask him my spoon midair to my mouth,

“What?” he asks back.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I like watching beautiful women eat, does something to me,”

I immediately become too self-conscious to finish the soup so I push it away.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you are now shy?”

“No, I am just done with the soup.”

That is how my evening goes. Every time, our next course is brought, Erick would finish the food within minutes and stay there not saying anything at all but just staring at me eat my food his eyes full of excitement. I cannot enjoy my food at all. Even though I have to confess. I do enjoy his company and all the attention he gives me.

“Do you mind if I take you home?” he asks me this when we are done.

“Thank you, but I think an Uber will be fine,”

“Okay, if you insist. When can I see you again?”

“Anytime Erick, just give me a call.”

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