CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: "CAN WE TALK?"

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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: “CAN WE TALK?”


“You home?”

“Yes” came the reply from the other side of the telephone line.

“See you in thirty minutes” he said before he hung up.

More than a week had passed since he last spoke to her. Time was up. He knows that it he may have come across as rude for not asking if he could come over but knowing her, asking might have given her the opportunity to say no. He wanted to avoid all that. Nine days, going on ten had been enough time for him to gather his thoughts and he could only hope that she did the same.

He picked up the phone and called Rashied’s Cuisine, he might as well get them some dinner while he was at it. After making sure that his breath was fresh and that he smelled good, he grabbed a bottle of sweet red wine and locked up. He passed by Rashied’s to pick up their dinner and thirty minutes later, he was knocking on Azania’s apartment door.

He got no response. He knocked on the door for a second time. Still there was no response. He did not even hear the slightest bit of movement on the other side of the door. Five minutes had passed and he was still standing in front of her closed door. He felt foolish waiting there with dinner and a bottle of wine. She knew that he was coming. More than his pride was bruised right now but it’s whatever, he was going to home. Just as he turned around, he bumped into something. Or rather someone.

This was really a cliché moment.

“Hi, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting. A client’s computer cashed and they needed some pictures urgently. I didn’t think that it would take so long. I didn’t mean to-”

He took hold of her arm. “Azania” he said. Once he was sure that he got her attention he continued. “Just breathe.”

She blushed. Usually people said that black people can’t blush but that was not necessarily true. Black people just blush differently. Like right now. Her cheeks had not turned into a shade of crimson red but he could tell that she was blushing by the expression that she wore on her face. Her usually defined cheeks had gotten rounder. The color around them had deepened.

“Sorry” she said. “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting. I honestly thought that would be back in time.”

“A text might have helped” he jokingly suggested.

“You are not going to let me live this down, are you?”

“I will eventually” he said moving aside so she could open the door. “You don’t want to know what went through my mind.”

“You thought that I was on the run?”

“Something like that..” he replied placing the food on her kitchen counter.

“Well the thought did cross my mind for a split second” she confessed. She leaned against one of the counters.

“And if you ran this time, you would have suffered severe consequences Azania” he said leaning on the counter next to her. He was so close that their arms were touching. He did it intentionally.

“What consequences?” she asked turning to face him with a lot of bravado.

“Are you sure that you want to know?” he asked turning to face her as well. “Because I can show you much better with actions that I can tell you with words.”

She cleared her throat and took a step back.

“I thought as much” he smiled.

“What’s in the bag?” she asked when her eyes fell on the bag that sat on the counter.

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