FATE

10 - Pleasant surprise

LEMUEL

I can't believe I came to this party, I scoffed downing the third shot of Johnny Walker this evening.

Simi made me leave so many important things to do just so I could be here. This party was totally lit. The music, the food, and oh, the horny young adults that were moving their body to the rhythm of the music.

Simi is a good friend of mine,since kindergarten we attended the same schools until eight years ago when we went our separate ways to different universities.

When she told my mom she was hosting to celebrate her graduation from university as a medical student, my mom insisted that I must attend.
My mom thinks she would be a good match for me, how ironic! I scoffed and downed another shot.

I was so going to drink to stupor tonight. I hadn't had enough opportunity to do so, since the past three months after I stopped seeing Lilly. I had shitload of work that I was preoccupied with.

I missed Lilly, I wonder why my life was like this. I couldn't have any woman I wanted. It's either they're taken, or they don't love me back.

I couldn't even call her, because I was guilty for what I did, plus I wanted to respect her decision.

Something interrupts my thought, a very intoxicating scent that belonged to one person I knew. I could recognise it even in my sleep. Charlie once told me that Lilly's perfume was designers.

A young lady of about Chisomaga's age walked towards the bar and took the sit by my right.

She was light skinned, and had this sexy grape dress on that could awaken the lion in me. It was too sexy, exposing her flawless tighs, a bit of her cleavage and her collar bone. She was wearing a wig that made it impossible for me to scan her facial features.

Her body was so on point. She was hot.

"One glass of whiskey please, " She demanded and placed her purse on the counter.

Even her voice was alluring enough. But it sounded like the voice of someone I knew. Immediately the bar tender slid the shot over to her. She downed it in a jiffy and grimaced, with a groan.

It's like she wasn't used to alcohol.

"Another one," she demanded. I thought she would give up. Then she jerked her head backward and shifted the strands of hair covering her face, tucking them behind her ears and then she downed the shot.

That was when I saw her face , Lilly...

"Lilly?" I half shouted suprised.

Then she turned. Imagine my shock when I discovered that someone who doesn't drink champagne was now having alcohol. Not just any kind, but whiskey, in a bar, at a night party.

The look on her face was priceless, her round eyes bulged out of thier socket. "Lemuel," she called, stuttering.

This Make up was too much, but fit her well. It gave her a sexy aura.

"What are you doing here?"

Me? Me? I should be the one asking that question.

"This place is the last place I wanted to be tonight, but  I'm glad I'm here at least I got to see you. "

Hope that answers her question.

"And you?"

"Oh, I and my friends are chilling. You know, last Friday on campus. " She says smiling.

"Wow, congrats." I say to her.

"But I didn't expect to see you here drinking, in a place like this," I add.