I eventually wake up, very unsure now of how long I've been asleep in his arms. Out the window, I see the sun setting through the leaves of the oak tree. I can hear the familiar noises of supper ongoing in the distance.
"Before you attend your last class tomorrow, pop into my class for a bit, will you? There's a bitter favour we both have to return," Zar murmurs softly in my ear.
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African Short Stories: Working Relationship
Roman d'amourMeet Ayoku. She's just your average Nigerian teen. Struggling through high school. Living a life that she feels is as unimpressive as they come. Then there's the sad fact that she's super stuck in the friend zone with the one boy she's in love with...
