The Man for a Missy (ON HOLD)

Good afternoon.....

"Good afternoon,"

He watched blankly as the girl who couldn't be more than ten swept down her sparkling purple dress and wriggled into the seat opposite him, placing her mini purse on the table.

Jachy tucked hair behind her ears, exposing pin ear rings and, intertwining her fingers under her chin, she gazed at him.

Kingsley glanced around, puzzled. The restaurant was reserved for just him and his date. No one should be here, lest of all a child. Nonplussed, he stared back, brows furrowed. "Good afternoon..." Being a child, honorifics came after such a greeting from her but he couldn't be bothered about that right now, so he brushed it aside, smiled. His date as well as the crew would arrive at any moment. Besides, wasn't security at the door? "How....did you get in here?"

"With all due respect, that's a dumb question." She deadpanned, rolling her eyes. "How else?The door, of course."

Taken aback by her brazenness, Kingsley's brows rose briefly.

"Looks like we're early. Where's the waiter?" She asked no one in particular, craning her little neck as she darted eager eyes about the place. "I'm so thirsty. I need a drink first."

A minute later, she was sipping orange juice from a big glass with him watching, arms folded.

"Okay, now I can talk." She placed the drink on the table, sat back and crossed her legs, smacking her lips.

Kingsley hadn't said anything, waiting until she was sated. "What's your name?"

"Jachy."

"That's a pretty name." He cleared his throat. "Uh, listen Jachy. You've got the wrong restaurant. I'm supposed to be here on a date with my girlfriend and she will be here soon, okay?" he said suggestively.

"First of all, I'm in the right place. Second, I haven't agreed to be your girlfriend yet. Now before you argue," While he struggled for words, she brought out her phone, tapped several times and slid it across the table. "Look at this. That's proof that I'm the date." As he perused their chat, she said. "We chatted, remember?"

"What sort of trick is this?" Kingsley scowled, sliding the phone back. The evidence was irrefutable. Had he really been conversing with this child? "I was shown pictures of three women.  I'm supposed to meet one of them here, a miss Roselyn."

"It's not a trick. That's my other name. Monye Jachinma Roselyn. As for the picture," She folded her lips in, unfolded them. "I used some random woman's pic on the internet. Okay, maybe I did trick you a little."

"Wait, wait a minute..." he humored her with a wry chuckle. "Are you seriously trying to tell me that my date is a ten year old child?"

"Eleven,"she corrected.

"Oh, great," he said sarcastically, pinching his nose bridge and shutting his eyes. "That makes everything better. How did they not know this?" he asked himself. Surely his employees and colleagues would laugh about it for years. He would never live such an embarrassment down, as this day would haunt him for life.

"Long story, but it's all in the past now. This is the present." She bantered then those dark eyes twinkled. "So, you're Kingsley. I thought you'd be better looking."

A muscle in his jaw twitched."And I thought, you'd be a real woman, and not some kid playing dress up."

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