Lockdown

Chapter Two

It's been up to a week since Victor and I mysteriously met, and I must say, it has been one hell of a crazy week.

He has made our daily 8pm calls where we talk till we fall asleep, a routine. And yea, he is a lover of weed, so I guess the universe thought about me before the whole pandemic happened.

I was getting ready for our usual evening call ritual,
I had to smoke a blunt because, well, it helps with the whole conversation in a way, I can't really explain, but I feel his words more, I can already feel his hands run through my body, too soon? I know!There's this deeper connection we have when we talk at night. The mood just seemed right.

We talk in the mornings too, but well, I am not much of a morning person, so I guessed he noticed and stuck to just texting and playing one or two iMessage games during those hours.

Today is a special day, because today makes it a week since he accidentally called me.
I really need to give Miss Grace a big hug for giving him my number. Well, hers but with a touch of mine,
I got a good greens today, yea, pandemic or not, there will always be a way to get the Green moves.
I was done smoking a blunt and was trying to get in bed and wait for Victor's call.

So cliché!

My phone rang, I didn't hesitate to pick up

'Miss Cocoa, Happy Anniversary' he said with a little chuckle

'Distracted?' he asked;

'No, my bad, Sorry' I had to downplay my excitement. He doesn't know I was keeping tabs too.

'Anniversary?' I asked him;

'Yea, today makes it a week since I called you' he said.

'Yea, Happy Anniversary Mr. Victor' I made it seem like I wasn't high as fuck and ready to talk heaven and earth with him.

We told each other what we did that day and what we plan on doing the next day.

Whilst he was talking I overheard a lady like voice say... 'Is that your Miss Cocoa on the phone?'
Immediately I felt a little jealous, various thoughts flooded my brain within a second.

'Who is she?'...

'He has a girlfriend and he has been talking to me on the phone every day?'....

I guess it's going to end in tears after all, on our friendship anniversary at that. I immediately hung up, he called me back within seconds but I refused to pick his call.

I needed a drink, to chase away the additional thoughts which began to fill my head,

'Was I his distant chick?..

'How did his girlfriend know about me?'

I poured myself a glass of red wine and gulped it. Immediately I felt some sort of relaxation in my veins after.

He kept calling, so I decided to pick up, because I wanted to hear his next lie or maybe a real explanation this time.

'What happened?' he asked;

I was about to say something rude to him; but then, the words....

'That was my little sister, disregard what she said' came out of his mouth, and girl! It was so consoling.

I'm glad I didn't act first, he might wonder who this crazy lady was.

We spoke for a while, then I decided to be flirty, well, the weed in my system started doing what they do best, which was to take charge of the conversation.

'I'm your Miss Cocoa?' I questioned him

'I told you to disregard that' he murmured;

But I could still hear him, although I pretended like I didn't. We were both silent for a while, I didn't know what to say next, I guess my question deserves this awkward reaction.

Until he spoke; 'Well, yea, I confess, I told her about you and how we met. Was it right for me to have done that?' he asked.

'Of course, the accidental friend, I chuckled a bit, Why not. I answered; a little disappointed that there was nothing more added to that description.

Why was I disappointed, he did what a normal person would do, tell a friend or someone about how we met. I guess I just wanted to hear something special, because it's been a week since we met, things happen in a week, people like people in a week.

Wait! No!

I can't like him already, I get that we've been talking on the phone, but I can't like him, what if he just sees me as a friend, well he does, he wished me Happy Anniversary Friend, and not Happy Anniversary Dear. Maybe I'm over thinking this.

I do not even know what he really looks like, neither does he know what I look like.
We haven't spoken about meeting each other too. Maybe he doesn't have any plans of seeing me. I totally forgot I was still on the phone with him.

In my defense we do this often, when one of us has to do something, and we just excuse ourselves and do what we have to do quickly without hanging up  the phone.

'Miss Cocoa, Miss Cocoa' he kept calling my name, until I responded 'Mr. Victor'...

'You seem more quiet than usual' he said.

He probably didn't know I just had a whole paranoia therapy session with my thoughts. Courtesy of the weed I smoked.

I couldn't let such mood end without having a little fun.
So I decided to let the weed take the wheel, typical me.

'Mr. Victor, what are you wearing' I asked him

How's it going so far? I'll really need your criticism and some praises too though. Thank you.