I scrolled randomly through my texts as I sat at the back seat of the car.
Asher and I were still not on speaking terms and things had just gotten way worse for me considering the Moji thing. She (Moji) didn't say anything about Deji…apart from the fact that they were no longer together.
I wonder where be would be and what possibly he might be doing. Does he even know I miss him…or he probably doesn't care? I sighed.
I scrolled past my WhatsApp DM threads of about 15. Yeah, I wasn't the busiest person and so my highest was just 20 chats. I stopped when I saw the name with which I saved his number, "LOML💞".
Yeah, I never saw the need to change it because it hurt worse. He had removed the previous photo and installed a new profile picture this time. The current one had him leaning against a wooden rail in a beach setting.
He was just as I remembered him…handsome as always. I waited for the information of the "last seen" to pop up and it did.
"Online". My heart skipped a beat. He hasn't been online with this number for ages because I know I had checked.
Should I text him? I contemplated in my head. But then I decided against it. He's moved on and I should too. It's already been four years. Such a long time to be mulling over a breakup right? Yeah.
I inhaled and turned to look out of the window. We were almost at the salon. I had finally decided to change my hair for two reasons. One, because it was due and the other part being that Asher's company…or rather our company was organizing a party for it's new product launch.
Asher wasn't going to take no for an answer because it would be totally bad for his image. People would jump into conclusions and the gossip sites would spread it like wildfire along with their extra sauce.
I guess he had to break the pact he made with himself to do that. The one that involved not speaking to me for maybe the rest of his life.
That day, he banged violently on my door and I rushed to open it wondering who would be so disrespectful as to make such a ruckus.
When I found out it was him, my heart leaped into my throat. For one second there I actually thought he came to do something unimaginable. For example, strangle me in my sleep like Othello did Desdemona in the tragic Shakespearean play. Oh but if he really wanted to do that, he would try to break down my door.
I snickered. My over thinking mind ehn.
Anyway, he just ignored my expression and reeled out the orders to me. "You're accompanying me to the launch next week, so get yourself ready." Just like that. Done.
Trust my stubborn self, I tried to protest but he cut me short with a piercing glare, silently warning me not to dare him. I knew that look meant trouble and so I withdrew my comment and without a word, he disappeared down the passageway.
So here I am, on my way to the salon to fix my hair. The car slowed to a stop beside the signpost that read "Doyin's glam"
I grabbed my bag and waited for the driver to open my door then I stepped out and walked towards the entrance. The security officer pulled open the glass doors and bowed slightly as I approached. I flashed him a smile and walked inside. I crossed the nail section to where the hair stylists were located.
Just then, the door adjacent where I was standing flew open and out emerged a tall lady clad in a black leather jacket, black jeans and knee high boots.
I looked at her hair and I knew…I could spot that shade anywhere in Lagos.
"Charlie! Oh my God, is this you?" She screeched in utmost surprise.
Before I could blink, she was already headed my way, arms outstretched for what I already presumed would be a bone crushing hug.
