ALLETARE

1. The Encounter

Timothy unlocked the door to his sparsely furnished house and threw his car keys on the dining as he dragged himself to the kitchen.

'Need food.' He moaned to himself as he headed straight to the fridge and brought out the remnants of spaghetti and sauce he had cooked the previous night. It was frozen.

'Arghhh.'

Sighing, he took it out of the freezer and put it inside the microwave. After setting the timer to 30 minutes, he loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and went to the parlour to relax while watching his favourite show.

'I might as well watch TV to pass time.'

Life for Timothy was simple. He got up at 7 O'clock every morning, had his bath, ate breakfast and then went to work at 8:30am.
As a Civil Servant, life was made even simpler. Once it's 5:00pm, he clocks out and goes straight home. On days where he had to buy foodstuffs, he would pass by the market on his way back. He had two best friends, Chioma and Chituru, who always complained about how boring his life was and occasionally allows them drag him out for late night parties but it just wasn't for him.

Picking up the remote he sighed as he jumped on the couch, flicking through the channels. He sighed again.

'Over 500 channels and still there is nothing to watch.'

He checked the time on his phone, unfortunately, it wasn't time for his favourite show.

'I guess I have to settle for CNN then. I may as well know what's going on with the rest of the world.' Tim said to himself.

'Tim... Tim... Tim...'
'What?!'

Timothy woke up, startled and found himself staring at the most beautiful translucent violet blue eyes he had ever seen in his 29 years on earth. Eyes which almost seemed to change the longer he looked. He blinked twice and rubbed his eyes. 'Am I dreaming?'
The lady before him said nothing and just smiled at him. He felt something inside of him shift and unconsciously rubbed his chest. She turned away before he could say anything else and was stunned the more at what he noticed. Her hair was a huge mass of black curls, her neck as slender as that of a gazelles, her skin, the colour of sweet sweet caramel which -whether his eyes were playing tricks on him or not- seemed to glow. Her dress, a beautiful pale yellow flowery sun dress, which stopped at her thighs. Subconsciously, his gaze went lower, her legs -and what slim legs they were- went on and on and on. It was then that she turned, catching him off guard, arrested by the way her naked lips turned slightly upwards for the second time. His mouth went dry and he licked his lips.

'Do you like what you see?' she asked breaking him out of his thoughts.

Timothy was shook. He was all but drooling at the sight of her. Sitting up cautiously, he made a conscious effort to avoid eye contact as he asked, 'Who are you?'