Luna
This was definitely a bad idea, I think as I bite my nails off as I watch the driver navigate the streets of Pretoria making his way to Tlou’s house. I feel like I’m going to vomit in the back of the uber the closer we get to the destination. And the Sirri blurting out directions at every turn is not helping.
Like a woman on a mission Blu grilled Vic for Tlou’s home address and I waited like an eager beaver for her to sweet talk her boyfriend to divulge the address like it was the holy grail.
Getting it she’d wasted no time in canceling my uber to input the new address.
“Oh my goodness, he lives where?” I asked in shock. Did Tlou drive all the way from my flat to Pretoria after 1 am this morning? He…I thought he lived in one of the suburbs around Johannesburg, the farthest
