FINESSE

√ SIX √

Gbogo was a guy anyone who take second looks at if anyone ran into him. Handsome with his signature smile; he wouldn't take him five minutes to get a girl accept his request if he asked for something.

But even after being classmates for so long, Ike wasn't surprised that she had no iota of feelings for him. They were close and talked but each time Gbogo flashed her his signature smiles or used any of his tricks on her; she would just smile or laugh.

Because of her condition; Ike had told herself and didn't allow herself to get into any romantic relationship with anyone like her peers. While Gloria and Chidima always claimed she was just too picky that's why, at 17 she still didn't have a single crush.

To them; she wasn't a normal human and of course a she wasn't. Ike wore a smile as Gbogo walked away. She watched as a girl greeted him and he smiled at her before they exchanged a hug.

She turned to her ice cream and concentrated on eating it while she chuckled.

Christmas dance?

That was if she wasn't six feet under yet. But he didn't have know. No one knew. No one had an idea that the ever smiling Ike would be six feet under in less than two months.

Ike flipped through the books on the shelf absent mindely. Having exhausted her novels at home; she decided to borrow a few from the library. The library was always restocked at the beginning of every session and term.

Her eyes suddenly caught a pair of newly placed books in the shelf next to her and with a smile on her face; she hurried towards it and grasped the new books within her palms.

Barely had she had time to go through the novels when her eyes caught a familiar figure across her. Her eyes widened in surprise as she watched him grab a pile of books before arranging them beside the wall.

The figure then laid down on the floor and used the pile of books as a pillow before stretching his lean long legs and closed his eyes.

Ike was stunned for a moment. Students barely visited the library during the resumption week so it was always empty and deadly quiet.

Ike stared at the figure she had run into for the second time that day with interest as she started glancing through the books in her hands while taking small glances at the figure.

After picking the novels she wanted to borrow; she returned the rest to its place and glanced at the figure to only discover that he was still sleeping.

Ike glanced at the figure for a while before she turned and walked away. Barely she had left the rows of shelves when the figure eyes slowly opened revealing the pair of brown chocolate orbs behind them.

The school day ended uneventful and Ike waved her best friends bye as she walled towards her Mom's car. She opened the front door and got in.

"Good evening mom" Ike greeted as Mrs Adeniyi smiled at her daughter before reversing out of the school.

Ike leaned against the window as she stared outside. The roads of Lagos were always busy. Be it morning, afternoon, night and even midnight. People seemed to be always working. Ike wondered if people born in Lagos were born to always work.

A small sigh escaped her lips as soon as her Mom's car joined the evening jam. She stared across the cars in the jam before reclining back into her seats.

"I bought snacks and food before coming to pick you. If you get hungry,  just reach in the back and get something to eat" Mrs Adeniyi said as she brought out her laptop from the back of the car.

Ike placed her legs on the chair after removing her school shoes. She needed no one to tell her they would spend two or more hours in the jam. That was Lagos. Ike tried to think which would was worst between the early morning jam or the evening ones.

She reached her hands for the white nylons on the chair and searched through it. She quickly grabbed the nylon of food as she sat down back in her seat.

As she opened the white plate of fried rice and chicken, the smell waffled into the car mixing with the smell of the car perfume and the air conditioner.

By the time Ike took her first spoon of rice; she had agreed and decided that the evening jams were worst than the morning ones.

At the sound of her mom speaking, Ike turned to see her mom having a live meeting on her laptop and turned back outside. Her eyes caught an expensive black jeep with the silhouette of a teen inside.

She couldn't make out whoever the teen was since the car glass was tinted which made her stare intently at car trying to figure out who it was. And of course; it proved abortive.

She grabbed the bottle of water beside her and took few gulps and she noticed the cars moving which made her mom stop her video call and try to move the car forward.

The windows of the black car Ike had seen earlier rolled down slightly only revealing a slight part of the figure's face before the window went up again.

But that was all Ike needed to recognize the person. She wounded down the glass and flung the nylon bag outside before she slowly peered outside to see of the nylon hit anyone or anyone's car, she heaved a sigh of relief as soon as she saw that a car had even pressed over it.

"That's better" Ike murmured as she leaned back into her seat and glanced at the black car.

Seeing someone three times in a day was a good omen, wasn't it?

In her almost five years stay in DRC; Ike didn't think she had encountered him even once. And yet in one day, she had ran into him three times.

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