By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
She appeared to be in her late twenties, dressed in a fitting blue floral dress, and her dark hair rolled into a bun.
After she waved goodbye at the driver, she waited for the green coloured taxi to leave, then turned to enter the restaurant and accidentally dropped the papers.
Chioma stopped opening the door to bend down and pick the sheets of paper.
Suddenly, the wind became strong, blowing off the sheets. Chioma picked up just four when a gust of wind blew the rest in the direction of where a tall and slender man was standing, speaking to someone on the phone.
Chioma frowned. she was tired but had to still chase after the sheets because they were very important to her.
She happily chased after them like a child chasing after butterflies and bent down to pick them up. As she chased after the last three sheets of paper, she walked over to the front of the car, where the papers finally landed. But before she was about to pick them up, someone had already bent down to help her get them.
'Thanks', Chioma said cheerfully, then lifted her head to a beautiful scenery-a tall and slender handsome man. The man was indeed beautiful to the point of being faultless. He was good looking, charismatic, and graceful.
He had a handsome brows and attractive jaw. The best part of his face which Chioma found alluring was his almond shaped eyes and his natural pink, thin lips. His beauty was the kind that no woman could possibly resist.
He seemed to have come out of a painting, Chioma thought as their eyes locked onto each other.
Not only was he beautiful, he appeared to be very rich.
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