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days of her life, excluding the constant calls and text messages she has been getting from her mother. "

othes from her friend's boutique, she sat back down to wait for Zoey who hurriedly put on a black crop top, a black baggy

and headed straight to get herself and Linda ice cream. As she crossed the road she saw the truck moving so she ran after it not paying attention to anything else, she was thirsty and that was her only hope of getting something sweet, cold and refreshing. She was a few ste

tastes better than the one you bumped into me for." Zoey caught herself staring at him as they were walking towards the ice cream shop. He was six feet tall, he had brown hair, blue eyes, full lips, and broad shoulders, you could tell he was a regular at the gym. He looked like the character in romance novels, like the ones she

t his hand for a shake, they shook hands and she told him her name too. She felt so shy around him and could barely look at his face, being an only child to religious strict parents did not help her a

hen Desmond tapped her shoulder from behind. "You really want to run off like that without giving me your number or at least saying goodbye," he said with a smile. She apologized and collected his phone from him, she typed in her number, gave him back his phone and ran off. Zoey met Linda standing ou

it was a text from Desmond, they chatted almost all night and she agreed wh

owed in their hostel, she planned on going shopping for the date but looking at her account balance she could not afford to spend recklessly or for pleasure. Her

o wear. She tried on a few of them standing in front of the mirror, none looked worthy of being worn to a date, most especially a date with a man like Desmond. Linda walked in staring at her, she watched her trying on different clothes and she just laid on her bed staring at her whi

Linda picked out a black gown from her wardrobe. She handed the gown to Zoey and ordered her to take off what she was wearing to try it on, it was like Linda read her mind. The black gow

as ready to go. Desmond texted her that he was already at the venue waiting for her, she picked up her phone, an

om the girl who bumped into him just yesterday, this was a more sophisticated and more beautiful version of her. He stood up and pulled out her chair for her before returning to his seat. Zoey's heart was beating fast as she tried to keep up with the conversation, she looked around trying to distract herself. Desmond noticed how uncomforta

toward the restaurant. "Should we eat in your car or mine?" Looking at her face he already knew the answer, he followed her to her car and they both sat in the back seat to eat while talking. "Not to make you uncomfortable, I have a question to ask, should I go on?" Desmond told her. Zoey nodded, wondering w

e, it was her first date and her first kiss. She did not want him to stop, he broke free and pecked her on her cheek. "We Will see soon my dear. And there's a lot more where that came from, he waved her goodbye and left her alone inside her car. She watched him walk into his car waving at her, she looked at the time, it was six forty-seven p.m.,

out when I checked the time and it was almost seven, I tried to call you then I remembered that I didn't have your number with me" Linda got up and walked up to her, she collected Zoey's phone fro