Feign- Consent- Gain

First Contact

Weekend seems too short, as Samuel jumped out of bed after a short beep from his alarm clock placed beside his bed. Although it was, 6:40am, it's seems to him, he never slept at all, as he made his way to the bathroom. He had just begun brushing teeth when something pop up on his mind. 'Oh,' he exclaimed, as he rushed through what was busy with, then added, 'I almost forgot.' This  time he was on the way out of the restroom, he picked up his mobile phone, sent a text then lie the phone down on the center table. He rushed back and got himself together for another week. He move back to the living room, picked his car keys, the went towards his blue g-class wagon. 'No! This will be too luxurious.' He thought to himself, as he moves away and towards the BMW parked near it. He starts the engine and used the remote control to send signal to the security system which responded swift, leaving the gate open. 'Why the rush dude?' He queried himself, as he managed to move the car out the compound, which left the gate with no option than to close subsequently. He turned the dial to increase the volume of the car stereo. It was reggae music puffing up buzz into the air. It use to be his favorite until picked up poetry as an hobby, an subsequently got his inspiration from gentle tune hymns. But this morning seems sciatica, and he is willing to tune his mind to the direction of the sound.
Horn hoot at the gate of BridgSam Ltd. The gate keeper, jumped up to open the gate,
'Welcome Sir!' he cried out to Samuel, as he made his way into the company.
Samuel had barely step out of the car when he saw Joanne, moving in through the front door of the main office complex.
'Hi Joanne!' He called out, but she almost didn't even missed a step, as she kept moving forward and never looked back. 'She must have heard, she just wanted to ignore.' he soliloquies within, as he moved towards his office in the office complex. Certainly, Joanne never heard, as it would have pulled a string of unending questions, which would be quite to early to settle with.

It's 1:30pm, workers begin make there way to the cafeteria, some to have there lunch, others to have some rest. But as for Samuel, it will certainly be a good avenue to start up a good conversation with Joanne.
She definitely was in, having a pie and soft drink just barely open, as Samuel made his way in to her table.
'Having a nice lunch?' he beaconed on her, gesticulating towards her pie.
'Yeah! Thanks, ain't you? She requested in a fairly friendly way.
'Yes, just about to, maybe something similar, but not yet. I guess I have other important matters to attend to.' He responded.
'Oh! I see, you seems to be addicted to work that you don't know what it means to have fun, other than, sending random text.' she stated in relations with the texts he had sent to her earlier.
'Well if that's what you think, but I guess if what you call "fun" is my way of making sure someone as beautiful as you is safe, in good health,then I guess I am having fun in the best way ever.' he answered smiling at her.
'What do you want?,' smacking the table, only to realize she just created a scene, and then she managed keep her emotions in a zipped bag.
'Well I really mean no harm,' he said raising his hands in surrender. 'I just have some strong feelings for you and I hope we could do good as friends.' he stated bluntly, looking straight to her eyes.
'Just friends?' she asked in a less friendly manner.
'Well maybe to start with,' he replied, 'then let's see, what other good can come out of it.' he added
'Well to friendship, I agree, as for anything else, I guess it's a No, and No means No!' she said, rashly.
'Okay, simply stated and consented with. At least we are friends now, can you please smile a bit?' he requested.
She tried fake some smile as she try leave the table. 'And one more thing,' she said turning towards him. 'No texting without my permission.' She stated in clear terms.
'Fine, I guess I have the permission to text you tonight?' he asked with a smile.
'Well, it's okay, just tonight.' she managed to answer as she struggled not to give a smile. She then walked back to her office as time goes swiftly than fast.
'Yes!!! He exclaimed, as he made his way to his office, where had only a handful of file to attend to.
5pm came to him just like 6:45, but he gave no delay, as he put his office in good shape then put a call through to the managing director of the company. After he hung up, he moved towards his car, and then refuse to put on his engine, as if waiting for someone.
Joanne took a long while before setting out, maybe credit to the fact that she's the project director of the company and presently the company has a project to execute, or because she knew Samuel will be out of office earlier and she would want him gone before setting out. Whichever is the case, Samuel seems too patient, as she walked out only to realize him waiting for her at the gate.
'Do you mind a ride, just for the sake of friendship?' he beaconed on her.
She would have turned down the offer, but she recalled on the two occasions she did that, it seems like a curse, as her journey home was most hectic. 'Okay thanks.' she concurred.
He unlock the vehicle to allow her in, then put the engine in motion.
After a while, he tried starting conversations, but she kept responding in simple terms and closing the conversation.
On arrival at her house she signal to him as he pulled over. 'Thanks a lot.'
She said.
'You are welcome,' he responded, 'if you wouldn't mind, dinner tomorrow, your choice spot.' He added.
She chuckle and said, 'not necessary.'
'Please!' he pleaded.
'Fine, if you insist, I'll text you the location and time.' she replied. Then traced her step into the house.
'This guy must be stubborn,' she kept saying to her self as she moved towards the house gate. She tried unlock the gate, it just popped up on her mind to look backward, it was then it occurred to her, that Samuel was still staring at her. She feigned her surprise, smiled and immediately open the gate and went in, slamming the gate hard.
'What else does he want, my gosh! I can't imagine how I cajole my instinct to give this guy a chance, he must be a jerk,' she whispers to her self as she made her way towards her apartment.