I chose right to be here. The warm air is frolicking the crevices of my nose with thick smell of well seasoned grilled chicken.

I sit pressing my nose at the window glass like a kid. It’s still drizzling hard outside. It had given my pretty fair skin much goose bumps before I ran into this luxurious mall’s restaurant.

Pulling back a lock of hair off my face to reveal the rushing of blood to my cheeks, I’m afraid I would sicken for something soon.

Now I notice a tall lanky being towering over me.

” Hello, gorgeous. You mind I keep you company?” He says, sweetly, gesturing with his eyes to the seat opposite mine.

Oh my world! He appears so charming. And isn’t tonight’s weather for two?

Sluggishly, my initial quizzical look manages to transform wearily into a lazy smile.

Before I could blink, I see the waiter filling the table with my favourite fried rice, pieces of plantain, the ever mouth-drooling chicken and some other ‘camacatus’ that would make me puke my gut.

He gestures to me with his hand, and I feel that means “help yourself”.

“I am Dennis” he says unceremoniously.

“I am Sunshine” I respond in the like manner...


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