The First Time (A Nigerian Love Story)

02. Tongue Tied

Debbie's POV

'Hello miss. I asked if you were okay?' The richness of his deep voice filled my ears and my heart fluttered I swear.

I blinked and then blinked again. Then I cleared my throat when I realized I had been staring at him and wasn't really saying anything. I was just standing there with my mouth agape, checking him out openly.

Okay, in my life, I've said a fair amount of men were the most handsome men in the world. From the likes of Timini Egbuson, a Nigerian actor to the great Thor himself, Chris Hemsworth. But this guy here made me throw those men out the window. Out of the window of my imaginations and my heart. This Greek god standing in front of me right now, was the most handsome man I had ever seen in my entire life. Period.

I stood up, straightening myself and tried to cover the harsh rain from getting into my eyes with my hands while I was still looking up at the handsome stranger. What the heck was I supposed to say now.

He was literally looking down at me, frustration etched on his beautiful face as he waited patiently for me to say something.

I better figured something out fast because he was probably going to leave in any minute and I won't get the chance to listen to his delicious voice again and forever. I mean the rain was completely drenching us and he was still nice enough to wait for my stupid self to think of something to say.

After a few seconds, I blurted out before my brain could process it. 'I really love your eyes. Are they brown?'

His eyebrows pulled together in a frown before his handsome face turned into a confused one. He wiped the water from the rain off his face with his left hand and then raised his right arm up, innocently flexing his bulgy biceps and used a sort of black stuff to block the rain from his face so he would see me clearly.

It was then I realized how tight the fitted black suit he was putting on was and the white shirt inside clinging to his body like a second skin. And what he was using to block the rain was a briefcase. He was probably on his way from work.

'What?' he asked confused, chuckling.

Great! Just great! Now I couldn't control myself in front of this man and I was making the biggest fool of myself. This was what the single life did to you when you're in it for too long. But it wasn't really my fault was it? Any straight girl will definitely embarrass herself in one way or the other in front of this man. He was literally like a Greek god.

Since there wasn't anything else for me to say without looking stupid again, I decided to play dumb. 'Uh?? What? ' I asked.

He breathed in deeply and looked at his gold wristwatch. Yes. It was gold. I noticed every detail. Rain dripped from his hair to his face down to his neck down to the inside of his shirt. Oh lucky water.

'Well I hope you're fine miss. Forgive me for not paying attention to where I was going to and bumping into you. As you can see, this rain isn't being friendly right now so I have to go. Take care and sorry again.'
He gently tapped the right side of my shoulder twice and smiled politely.

He then turned around and walked away before my brain could come up with a response and I was left there standing and staring at the spot he just left, thinking of a million things to say to prevent him from leaving forever.

I turned around to at least take one last look at his retreating form and with quick strides he entered the back of a black sleek car and seconds after the car took off.

I stood there, under the rain for a minute or so, contemplating on whether screaming or squealing excitedly at what just happened was the sensible thing to do. Or running after the car waving my hands and screaming for him to stop was better. In short, my mind was a juggle of mess.

I settled for moving away from the pouring rain and stood under the shade of a roadside shop. Slicking back my wet black hair from my face with my hands, i patted my cheeks which seemed to be slightly warm despite the freezing temperature of the weather.

I just met the most handsome man in the entire world and I let him walk off like that without saying anything more than "uh what?" And embarrassed myself also. Well done Deborah! Just well done.

I breathed deeply and closed my eyes tightly wishing I could just relieve that moment. I waa definitely crying myself to sleep tonight. Not only from my mum's upcoming scolding but from the fact that I might probably not meet him again and I was going to grow old and die single with my 12 cats buried with me. Love just wasn't for some people.