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Twisters

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ABUJA,
NIGERIA.

NARRATOR'S POV

The two ladies were walking down the streets on their way to the salon. From afar, Layla saw someone who looked like imam.

Well, imam is her friends brother, Yasmin's brother. He used to be a teacher at the taekwondo department at the institute she's in.

Then he left for Florida to further his studies.

Imam is a 20 year old guy who has a natural warm undertone complexion.

He is an ultimate player , he isn't very tall, just normal. his full name is Imam Bilya Sanda.

yeah, that's right, his father owns the institute she's in, which makes girl go all crazy when his name is mentioned.

At that time, it seemed he was going out, cause his car was parked outside.

"Hi, imam," she said, jumping in front of him, "woow shawty you really scared me," he said, touching his chest.

"Are you going somewhere?" he asked as he was not used to seeing her roaming around. "Yes, I'm going to the salon," she replied.

"Which salon?" he asked again, "Divas, " she replied yet again, "Well then, hop in that's where I'm headed to," he said, opening the car door.

LAYLA'S POV

"Why exactly are you going to the salon?" I asked curiously as he drove.

"Are you planning to meet your girlfriend?" I added jokingly. He smirked and replied, "Well, who knows?"

Imam was well known for his reckless and speedy driving, but this time, it was even more intense.

He was driving at 150 km/h, likely trying to impress me. However, such antics wouldn't work on me.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, he asked, "Layla, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Me?" I exclaimed. "No, I don't have a boyfriend. I'm too young for that," I added, adjusting my loose wristwatch.

"Too young?" he replied, raising an eyebrow. "You'd better find someone to marry you because I'm getting you married."

"Get me a girlfriend too," he laughed. "Didn't you find a girlfriend in Florida, or are you too ugly for them?"

"What?" he said, looking deeply into my eyes.

"You heard me right," i replied.

He switched the car to map driving mode and then held my hand, turning to look at me.

His proximity made me so uncomfortable, causing my heart to race.

"Layla," he said. "Hmm?" I replied. "Look at me carefully and closely. Do I look like an ugly man?"

"Hey, stop this insolent act of yours," Fatima interjected, breaking the uncomfortable moment.

Fatima had disliked Imam since childhood because he had been a bully. "What are you trying to do?" she added.

He turned and began driving, and the car fell into silence.

We soon arrived at our destination, and Fatima was the first to exit the vehicle. She slammed the door and walked away.

"Thank you," i said as I opened the door.

"Please wait," he said, trying to appear courteous, though I wouldn't describe him as such. "I apologize for earlier."