In my Ugliness

🌋 Chapter 64 🌋

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🌋Chapter 64🌋

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Lanre's captivating smile illuminated under the restaurant's soft glow as he listened intently to Bimbo. Her hands danced animatedly, sharing her workplace anecdotes. "I can imagine Mom saying, 'Se o o le dákẹ́ jẹ́ẹ́ nii? Bimbo oniso ku so! (Can't you keep quiet? Bimbo the talkative)' I'm talking too much while eating bah?"

Her infectious laughter filled the air. Lanre's gaze locked onto hers. "I'm not complaining am I? It will make it boring. Besides, I love to hear you talk."

As they savored steaming jollof rice, Bimbo cleared her throat. "Papa suggested branding Grandma's garri Ijebu." Lanre's brows arced. "Papa is brilliant. You know, I had that in mind; I was just looking for a way to tell you."

He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. Bimbo's fingers tapped the tabletop. "It will be a lot of work. I'll have to follow Grandma to harvest cassava, pay for grinding services and frying...."

His reassuring touch calmed her fluttering hands. "Life is a risk, and I've got your back. Your sister can help out. You can even create a full garri experience delivery package - garri, groundnuts, and milk in a food basket."

Bimbo's face lit up as she considered the idea. "True oh! There'll be an Ajebo package, with coconut and fruits... the Sapa package, garri and sugar only." Lanre's smile broadened. "Now you're buying into the idea."

As they laughed, the clinking of spoons against plates harmonized with gentle chatter from nearby tables. Bimbo glanced at a loving couple nearby, smiling warmly.

"Men... that will mean more production, harvesting cassava, grinding, frying... Grandma won't be able to keep up, and my weekends will be drained," Bimbo said, concern etched on her face.

Lanre's conviction deepened. "Outsource services. When I heard the idea, I knew it was absolutely brilliant." She exhaled worriedly. "When I'm not even sure of returns yet."

"Life is a risk, and I've got your back. You don't have to ask for support," Lanre reassured.

"I'm not asking for support," Bimbo replied.

"You don't have to. I'm in support of this brand already," Lanre said, his fingers intertwining with hers.

Bimbo's smile returned. "Awn, what's going to be the name?" Lanre grinned. "There's time to think of that now. You'll think of something creative."

She blushed. "The way you hype me, ehn... sometimes I'm scared to disappoint you." Lanre teased, "I'm sure you've got this! Your mind is an avalanche of creativity."