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Due to dis funaab wahala ehn. I cn only promise an update on weekends. Wen i get bck hm i'll endeavour to be mking regular updates. Pls bear with me 4 nw

Sleekyshuga:
You used "in case of incasitties" when you were describing where Maxwell wanted to take a seat...

I'll rather go with:

"in case of necessities"...

Nice update..

#Still, I follow...

even here 'the bar attendant was a female on black'. I tink it shld be in black. Buh me sef still dey follow. I dey gbadun dis story

tolajumoke

Continuation...

Bimpe moaned, yawned and rubbed her eyes while rolling from one side of the bed to another. It was the second time her phone was ringing and to her, it felt as if the caller had called over a 100 times already. She opened her eyes relatively, looked at the clock at her bedside. It was already past 12 in the afternoon, and she was still in bed. "It was a saturday", she said, convincing herself that there was nothing wrong with that. She hadn't recovered from the hangover of the night before.

She came back from work earlier than usual due to the fact that the call she received from T.J earlier in the week had innoculated some discombobulation into her system. She had gone to the club with a view to finding some solace over there. She had been having a nice time not until that ediot decided to blind her. She hissed, remembering the events that took place.

She sat up to look at the mirror knowing there was nothing wrong with her eyes. But as a person that's always wary of her looks she couldn't help but confirm. As she widened her eyes, taking a last look at the mirror realisation struck her. "The handsome guy! Yes, he was the one! Yes it was him", she said like a person who just found the solution to a very hard puzzle, almost screaming. Although, the different coloured lights in the club made it almost impossible to recognise him, she was sure he was the one. The rude guy that insulted her because she mistakenly splashed water on him. The insult he gave her wasn't enough, now he wants to blind her. She bit her finger, promising herself she was going to make him pay the next time they met.

"What do I do without your smart mouth, drawing me in and you kicking me out..."

Her phone was ringing again. She had made the song her ringtone because it was her favourite. She had promised herself that she was going to walk down the aisle to the song. She smiled at that thought.

She reluctantly picked up her phone wondering who the unknown caller was.

"Hello", she said scornfully.

"Eh eh...you finally picked my call", the person at the other end said.

"T.J?"

"Ah ah ah...now you recognise my voice. Hope you've not forgotten about our appointment, 5pm at Luv4tv bar. Don't keep me waiting"

The line went off before she could say any word.

"This week is a cursed one", she said to herself buring her face in her hands.