By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Michael shot a look at Robert and said, ‘I hate being hypocritical. Robert, you should go on dates with Jessica. You look good together.’ Michael smirked as if he was discussing something as trivial as the weather.
Robert turned to look at Michael but he couldn’t utter a word. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
‘Go on.’ Michael waved at Robert to leave the office. Robert turned again and left.
At star restaurant both Chioma and Chisom politely served their customers.
Chioma handed a bottle opener to a man in a police uniform. He smiled at Chioma, then got out a packet of cigarette and glanced at her. ‘What’s your name?’
‘Chioma Chima,’ she answered politely.
He offered the cigarettes. ‘Care to smoke?’
‘No, thank you.’
‘You won’t mind if I do?’
Chioma shook her head, and went back to answer Chisom who was at the counter, waving her to come.
‘I can’t find the other bottle opener,’ Chisom said.
‘I’m dying for a drink as well, ’Chioma said with a light laugh. ‘What can we do?’ She took a bottle and started picking at its lid. ‘I know of some terribly bright way of getting the tops off.’
‘With your teeth, do you mean?’
‘Well, that’s how I do it if I can’t find a bottle opener.’
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