Rebellion

10. Two To Tango

“Dating is pressure and tension. What is a date really, but a job interview that lasts all night.” – Jerry Seinfeld.

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Tiolu.

He could spot her resplendent figure on the dimly illuminated pavement ahead, like a glimmering ray twinkling like a star in the galaxy. Her complexion shone through, carrying the luminescence of the moon-day sun – producing its own light, like a firefly in the deep, dark, wild jungle.

Damn it, she was beautiful.

The figure of her face was distorted from his view, due to the plagued distance proximity but he was able to make out that much. She was nothing short of exquisite, like she was every other day. But today, she was something more. She was a wild violet, in the midst of disfigured and dead thorns and twigs – blooming with radiance and peaked vivacity. She was quite a sight to behold.

Earlier on – yesterday his mind had gone through a series of inexplicable thoughts, bordering on his decision to ask her out to dinner. His brain had of course told him the truth, the truth that he was wrong in chasing a romantic attachment with her but it was just like Ayo had advised him the previous day. Sometimes, risks were necessary no matter how obnoxious or bizarre they were – they were necessary.

And so was this one he was about to undertake.

He couldn’t deny his attraction to her anymore, and at the same time he couldn’t exactly act like such feelings weren’t in existence. Right at that moment, he wasn’t thinking, he wasn’t being logical, he wasn’t clear-headed. He was blinded by her beauty and her apparent disappointed comport and so he had acted on a reflex. This night also, he decided he didn’t want to be logical, clear-headed or worry about the future that was inevitable. He was going to live in the moment, and savor every single element of it.

The screeching noise of his Lamborghini Aventandor broke the pristine silence, as it came to a halt on the pavement – and as expected, drew the attention of his date. She spun around towards his direction, and her face broke into a grin instantly the moment their gazes locked through the front mirror. Quickly, she sashayed off the pavement graciously with carefully treaded steps and got into the car with him.

“Hey,” She whispered, anxiety and nervousness evident in her monotone. “You’re right on time.”

His fingers tightened on the steering, and his gaze roamed her entire figure. She had donned a navy-blue Multi-floral fitted cold-shoulder short dress, and her hair was neatly tucked by several hair pins into a bun. It was the first time he set eyes on her, in which her hair wasn’t towering down to her shoulders. Her face was totally void of make-up, save a gentle dab of mascara – laddered on her eye brows.

He had to stop staring so – devoutly.

“Believe me, you don’t want me to begin a speech of how I always stick to routine and adhere to time strictly in all occasions.” He replied in a playful, jovial tone to ease the upheaving tension in the atmosphere. “You look fabulous, BTW. I wish I didn’t have to drive and this was public transport, so I’d have the luxury to stare at you all through our short drive.”

Cheesy.

The color bulged out of her cheeks, and dispersed all through her face – till she had no choice than to lower her head in embarrassment. Never had he seen her so flustered, it was indeed a sight to behold. Her beauty apparently, kept on decimating boundaries and limits upon every new trespass.

“Thank you, Dayo. You look great also.” Her gaze remained transfixed to the desolate road ahead – pristine with silence and an aura of tranquility. In the distance, the sound of a barking dog rippled the atmosphere and reverberated – making the duo very conscious of their environment.