“Why have you been avoiding me, young lady?” Michael asked, his voice teasing and playful through the phone.
I was at Park ‘n’ Shop supermarket on Adeola Odeku Street, trying to rush through the shopping I should have done the weekend before. I had spent the whole weekend hard at work, so now I had to spend Monday evening buying necessities.
“I’m not avoiding you.” I protested, narrowly missing a portly Indian with my trolley. I was lying of course, I had been avoiding him. It was more than two weeks since the party at his parents’ house and we had only seen each other once, through his persistence, when the Saturday after the party I went to a wedding at Ajah without my car. When I mentioned to him on the phone that I was going to take a cab home, he had insisted on coming to pick me up himself.
Of course he didn’t take me straight home. He decided it was time I found out where he lived, so we’d gone to his apartment in Lekki, which was nice and spacious and tastefully, if lightly furnished. He bought some Sharwarma on the way, which we ate while we watched a movie.
It was a very innocent sort of date, at least it looked innocent. The thoughts that were raging through my mind as I sat on his rug watching him eat were far from innocent. I knew he was making an effort too, to keep himself in check. In fact we were both trying our best to keep ourselves from doing something that might affect the current dynamics in our ‘platonic’ relationship… Read more