2| I like you already.
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After thinking about it, I decided to call him. I typed the number into my phone and took a deep breath before pressing the call button.
When he picked me up, I immediately became speechless because I was so nervous. All I could do was sit there and listen to him breathe on the other end of the line.
"Hello, please, who is this?" He finally said, his voice was so deep and sexy that it made my heart flutter.
"Erm, ermmm, it’s me." I said nervously. I didn't bother to call my name because he didn't even know it.
"Please, is this a prank call? because I am very busy here. I don't have time for a prank call." He said.
He sounded annoyed, and I could feel the embarrassment creeping up my face.
"No, it isn't. It's just that I don't know how to say it. We me-" I tried to explain, but he cut me off.
"Could you please tell me your name?"
"It's the drunk lady you brought home few months ago. Remember? You wrote your phone number in a book and told me to call if I ever needed to talk." As I rubbed my feet together, I said.
"Oh, I recall." He stated.
"I just wanted to—" I began, but he cut me off.
"Please excuse me; I'm very busy right now. I'll call you when I have more time. I promise."
"Okay," I said, and he hung up immediately.
After the phone call ended, my mind began to race with ideas. I was perplexed as to why he abruptly ended the call.
Is he upset about what happened that night? But if he was, he shouldn't have left his phone number. I rolled onto my bed, thinking until I fell asleep.
I was awakened by the sound of my phone ringing. I picked it up after it rang a few times.
"Hello, who are you?" With a sleepy voice, I inquired.
"You didn't save my phone number; it’s Owen."
It took me a few seconds to process what he said before I was jolted awake.
"Did I startle you awake? I could simply call you back." He stated.
I rubbed the back of my hand against my eye and said "No, it’s okay. I'm awake already."
"Sorry, I was very busy when you called the other time. I had things to take care of." He apologized.
"You must be a very busy man." I said, wondering what he was doing.
"No, that's not it," he said, laughing. "How are you? It took you a very long time to call. I have been expecting your call."
"I didn’t have anything to say, and that’s why I didn’t call earlier than this."
"It’s okay. What's up, how have you been?" He asked.
"Surviving.” I said. That was the perfect response, because I’ve really been just surviving. “How've you been?" I asked.
"I’ve been good. Are you okay? Do you want to talk?" He asked, with a concerned tone.
"Yeah, I’m okay." I assured him.
"I'd like to meet up with you soon." He stated.
"Of course, when do you want to meet?" I asked.
"If it’s by me, I'd like to see you right now." He joked.
I laughed and said "You know that's not going to happen."
"I know. That was only to emphasise how soon I wanted to see you. Do you mind if I take you out to dinner tomorrow?" He asked.
"I wouldn't turn down free food." I said, as my lips stretched into a smile.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7 p.m." He stated.
"I'll be waiting for you."
"I'll see you tomorrow." He said, then hung up the phone.
And that was it. He ended the call without even asking for my name.
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The following day, while I was sleeping, I was awakened by the sound of my phone ringing.
My mother was the one calling.
I checked the time on the wall clock, which read 6:30 p.m. It was almost time for my date with Owen.
I didn't even realise I'd fallen asleep while watching a movie.
I jumped out of bed before answering the phone. "Hello, Mom. I’m very busy right now. I'll contact you later." I said quickly and hung up the phone.
I took a quick shower, put on some makeup, and dressed in a red sleeveless dress with a slit at the bottom. I debated whether to match my red dress with black or white shoes and a clutch. I ultimately chose the former.
Just as I finished spraying my perfume, his call came in.
"Just in time," I said to myself before picking up the call.
"Hello, I’m outside your house." Owen said over the phone.
"All right, I'll meet you there now." I said that and hung up.
Since my last breakup, I haven’t been particularly interested in men, but for some strange reason, I was eager to see Owen.
When I got outside, I saw Owen standing beside his car. He was wearing a transparent white shirt with three buttons undone and black trousers. He looked really hot.
I strode towards him, and when I got to where he was standing, he gave me a side hug before opening the car door for me to enter. He smelled like strawberries.
I entered the car, and he shut the door before walking to the driver’s side of the car and entering.
"You look stunning." He complemented.
"Stop flattering me." As my lips curled into a smile, I said.
Owen smiled before turning the key in the ignition, and the engine rolled to life.
He took me to an expensive restaurant. When we arrived, the security guard standing in front of the door inquired. "Do you have any reservations?"
"Yes. We do have a reservation." Owen responded.
"By what name, sir?" The security guard inquired.
Owen told him, and he checked a book he was holding.
"Confirmed." The security guard said and stepped aside, allowing us to enter.
We were led to our reserved table by a waiter.
In the background, there was cool music playing. I kept staring at the beautifully decorated interior because it was my first time going to an expensive restaurant.
"Good evening, sir and ma, What would you like to have?" A waiter inquired.
Owen perused the menu and decided on spaghetti bolognese with chicken and mango juice.
"What do you want to have?" Owen asked me.
I was unfamiliar with the menu items. So I decided to go with his request as well.
"I’ll go with spaghetti bolognese with chicken too, but I’d prefer orange juice." I said.
"It will be ready in 5 minutes." The waiter said, before turning back and walking away.
"Uhmm… I don’t even know your name." Owen asked as he eased back on the chair.
"My name is Hazel." I said.
"Wow, Hazel, that’s a beautiful name you have."
"Thank you." I said, with a smile on my face.
"Tell me about yourself, Hazel."
"What do you want to know?" I asked.
"Everything." He said, softly chuckling.
"Well, my name is Hazel Adebayo, and I’m a detective at the Ajah police station. I enjoy reading, watching movies, and swimming. My favourite food is Nigerian Jollof rice."
"I guess we have a lot of things in common. I like you already." He interrupted.
"Oh really?" I said, and my mouth curled into a smile.
"Yes." He said, nodding his head. "Please go on."
"I'm from Ogun state, and my favourite colour is blue." I continued, but the waiter interrupted.
"Here’s your food." He said.
"Thank you," Owen said in response.
"I hope you enjoy your meal." The waiter said, before turning back to leave.
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