*tick* *tock* *tick* *tock*
Unfortunately for me the ground didn’t open up, worse still, @Missy waited for an answer.
“Pat? What’s so funny?” she asked her sister.
“Errrm, nothing really. We just introduced ourselves and cracked a quick joke”. My head jerked up, @Pat saves the day, the room suddenly became brighter…Glory!
“Yes, it’s nice to finally meet you”, I said, boldness on the rise.
She looked up, smiled and excused herself. Hold on, did she just wink @ me?
“I wasn’t expecting you Mark. What’s up?”
I grinned. “I’m a man of surprises after all”… If only she knew how surprised she’d have been. Oh well, I guess that’ll have to wait.
So I spent most of the afternoon there. @Pat breezed in and out, joining in on our conversation and at other times, just watching us. She kept giving me funny looks. I couldn’t blame her, it’s not every day you get dumped by your sister’s boyfriend.
She had just returned from Australia where she had just completed her post graduate studies. We laughed about some of her funny experiences there, debated on issues, and had the occasional two minutes Blackberry breaks when no one spoke and we all focused on replying PINGS and the likes.
I checked my watch and announced that it was time to go.
“Awww, don’t go. Why don’t we go out for drinks?” @Pat whined.
“Well, that doesn’t sound like…
“Pat, Mark has to go now. We’ve kept him here all day already” @Missy cut me.
“Huh” @Pat and I muttered.
“I’ll be right back”, @Missy with a smile on her face, dragged @Pat and they both left the room.
I couldn’t help grinning and feeling cocky with myself. @Missy’s jealous? Ha
I noticed that in her haste to leave the room, @Missy had left her phone on the couch. I reached over, picked it up and started scrolling through the phone, checking for new pics, songs and vids like I usually did. A message came in on her messenger and I nonchalantly opened the app to see who it was. We had lots of mutual friends so checking her messaged wasn’t unusual.
I’M ALREADY OUTSIDE
I looked to see the name of the sender, “Boss”. Boss? I wondered who that was. Curiosity got the better of me and I scrolled up to see the previous messages sent, while keeping an eye on the door… spy mode.
I hardly noticed that my mouth hung open as I read though the messages.
In a quick summary, @Missy was supposed to spend the evening with @Boss and my unexpected visit had put the plan off track. Fortunately or unfortunately, @Boss assumed I had left because @Missy had earlier told him (or her) I’d stay for just about two hours…which ended up being four. An overzealous @Boss had come over to pick his “babe” for the evening, contrary to the original plan of @Missy taking a cab to meet him.
And now this @Boss was outside, waiting to pick his babe for the evening… my girlfriend…@Missy!
Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I got off the couch and marched briskly out the door to the gate of the house. I had conveniently forgotten the original purpose of my visit to the house. I pulled open the gate; a car was parked to the left. From where I stood, I could only see the back of the car.
I walked steadily, hands in a fist, towards the car. It was a black Toyota corolla, very common in Lagos. I took a deep breath as I approached the tinted glass, having no idea of what I was going say.
I calmly knocked on the glass and stepped back as it came down.
If this was a Nigerian movie, those suspense filled village drums and soundtrack would have been going off at high volume…
Because @Boss not only turned out to be a boss… he was mine.
…to be continued