The Walking to Chi's restaurant didn't take half of my nervousness away, instead it made it more prominent.
What if he rejects my proposal?
what if he changes his mind?
what if he wants something I can't give?
The what if's on my is too numerous to list now.
Walking through the parking lot, I checked my clothes once more.
I'm still wearing the clothes my boss bought for me, but it's not like how it was earlier; Dozzy had it ironed to fit my persona, he says.
My hair was slicked back with a gel to make the wild locks look a bit tamed.
Why Dozzy took the pains to make me presentable is still beyond my comprehension.
Like I said earlier, I don't care how I dress or how I look; my main focus is on my sister who's currently lying on a hospital bed.
A sister who's the reason am here, a
