By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
It was as though she had known him for years, as if they were destined hearts. She imagined herself walking hand in hand with him, getting up early in the morning beside him, going to the cinemas on Saturday nights with him. This man was born with a kingly aura. She wondered if she was going to see him again. If she was going to smell his cologne, stare at his sexy lips, his perfect eyes which could make anyone stop in their tracks. She didn't hear him speak, so she wondered if his voice will be sexy and beautiful, just like lead male characters in romance movies. Her thoughts were interrupted by Chisom who came, carrying a can of Coke and a plate of Sandwiches.
'What are you thinking about?'Chisom asked, realising Chioma had been in deep thought.
Chioma smiled without saying anything and happily took a big bite out of a Sandwich.
'Not getting a job shouldn't stop one from eating delicious food', Chisom said, smiling broadly.
Chioma nodded with a smile. Finishing one in less than three bites, she immediately picked up another.
'How
hungry are you?' Chisom stared at Chioma who ate like a wolf. This was absolutely what people call eating with no grace.
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