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𝐉𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐀 (Jidenna Leo Okojie)
I sat on the bench, tapping my foot anxiously, my eyes constantly darting to the entrance of the park.
My fingers drummed against my knee, the soft rustling of palm trees, the distinct laughter of children and people, and vendors calling out for people to buy things barely registered in my mind.
Why was I so nervous?
Maybe because today would probably be the most defining day in my and Adela's relationship.
I stood up abruptly, unable to stay still for the life of me, and started pacing the length of the bench. The minutes ticked on my watch, each one stretching into eternity.
Adela had given me thirty minutes to show up but I managed to get here in fifteen, driving like a chronic max man in the road. My heart raced the entire time, adrenaline pumping through me like fuel. And now, here I was, with all that energy and nowhere to dump it.
What if she doesn't come? What if she changed her mind?
Or worst still, what if she came, didn't see me, got impatient, and left?
Argh! Just the mere thought of that made my stomach churn.
I brought out my phone from my pocket to see if she had replied to my text telling her that I was already here.
Nothing. She had read the message but she didn't reply.
Shit. Was she angry with me? She didn't sound like it over the phone.
Stop overthinking, Jidenna. I ran my hand through my hair, ruffling it up.
The waiting was torture. I had to force myself to sit back down, but the bench felt uncomfortable like it was made of spikes instead of wood. I checked the time and saw that it was exactly thirty minutes now.
