Luckily, I was able to restrain myself for the four hours twenty seven minutes till the close of work. I cleared my desk eagerly, barely able to contain my excitement, then I waited for him to come get me.
Before long, I saw him come from the direction of his office and I rose eagerly to meet him halfway. I tried to curb my eagerness and I hoped I was successful. It wouldn’t do for Mr. Arrogant to see me flustered or excited to go out with him. So, I decided to play it cool. By the time I got to him, my face was in a semblance of boredom/resignation. It didn’t last for long though. Mr. Ogre has a way of ferreting out my playful side.
I got in his car and we drove down to a small cozy eatery not too far from the office. By the time, we were seated and our order taken, I had learnt something else about him. He doesn’t take alcohol.
“What? No alcohol?” I asked curiously. “I would think by the end of a working day, you would want to unwind and relax with a cool drink.”
“Well,” He shrugged. “I don’t drink.”
That raised my curiosity antennae very high. I was practically almost electrocuted from the radio waves I was getting. I wanted to know more.
“Why?” I asked, genuinely curious.
He smiled. “Why don’t you drink too? You just ordered a bottle of coke.”
“Well, I’ve never acquired a taste for it. Frankly, I don’t know what the fuss is all about. The drinks are bitter and some tasteless. Why should I drink something that will not tantalize my taste bud?”
“There are alcoholic drinks that are not bitter if that’s your only reason.” He looked as if he was waiting for me to say something special.
I shrugged. “I don’t like anything that will not leave me in perfect control of my faculties.”
“That sounds very choleric. Are you a control freak?”
I thought to how I like my room to be in top shape at all times, how I’d rather die than leave dirty laundry in my room, how my work has to be the best, all the t’s crossed and the i’s dotted. “I wouldn’t say I am a freak but I can be very controlling.”
He laughed. “A very diplomatic answer.”
By this time our drinks arrived and while the waiter was serving us, I watched him. He really is good-looking. I also noted that he had not answered my question. He had carefully steered the conversation towards me. Very clever.
The waiter left and I plunged in. “So, you didn’t answer my question….”
“What question is that?”
I gestured to his drink and raised my eyebrows.
“Oh. I just don’t have the stomach for it. I discovered I can get drunk on a bottle of beer. No staying power.” He smiled
“That must be tough.”
“Why?” he looked curious
“When you go out with your friends.”
“When I’m out with the guys, I just order maltina or juice. They tease me but I take it good-naturedly. They all know I don’t drink.”
“Good for you.”
We were quiet for a bit and I took the time to watch the people around me. The eatery was quite small, and there were only three other people there besides us; a couple and another guy sitting on the other side of the room.
I could feel Dapo watching me, but I kept my eyes averted. I didn’t want to be hot and bothered just yet and I knew I would be if I looked into his eyes.
“Would you like something with that drink?”
I turned towards him. “No, I’m fine. I had a big lunch.”
“So, I’m fine, I’m watching my weight.” I teased
He rolled his eyes. “You look fine to me.”
“Thank you.” I said suddenly shy.
He took pity on me though. “So, tell me more about yourself. Where did you go to school?”
My past is not that interesting but I obliged him. I told him of my university days and how I shuffled between class and fellowship. No clubs and no parties. I was a very good girl. He, in turn told me of all his escapades in secondary school and as an undergraduate. I laughed so hard, I almost peed in my pants. He was really fun to be with.
By the time he dropped me off at home, I was nervous and excited again. Would he kiss me goodnight? Should I allow it on my lips or should I turn my cheek to him? I’d really like to feel his lips on mine though. All these thoughts whirled in my head as he parked the car properly.
He was a gentleman though. He told me to wait and he moved around the car to open my door for me. I was floored. No man had ever done that for me and Nigerian men are not prone to do that anyway. I couldn’t wait to tell my girlfriends. I got out.
“Thank you for a lovely night.” He said and kissed me lightly on the cheeks.
“I had a great time too.” I said
He smiled. “Good night.”
“See you tomorrow.” I walked towards my gate and knocked. While I waited for the gateman to open the gate, I looked back and he was leaning on his car, arms folded and watching me. I waved as the gate opened and went in. A little while later, I heard the roar of his car as he drove off.