Rose picked up her phone and scanned through the message that came in. It was from her boyfriend, David.
“Dinner at 6 o’clock!”
She quickly turned off her computer, tossed her phone into her bag and dashed out of the office, leaving files littered on her desk. She hailed an oncoming cab and hopped in. She relaxed on the car seat and shut her eyes. Her mind immediately went into rewind.
She had gone to Carrefour City École Militaire, a supermarket in Paris to shop for groceries. She had pushed her cart full of groceries towards the cashier at the counter to make her payment. As she approached the counter, a young lady appeared to attend to her. Two minutes after several taps on her computer and running the items through the scanner, the cashier finally spoke, “That will be fifty Euros only.”
Rose rummaged through her handbag for some cash. She stepped out of the queue and searched through the store. A voice came from behind;
“Looking for something?”
Startled, Rose turned around immediately and her eyes met his, she gazed into his dark brown eyes that seemed to have enchanted her. He had impeccable features, his bone structure was fine and perfectly symmetrical. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. He had an excellent brown skin, and a glimpse of his proportionate face with a pointed nose made her weak at her knees.
“Yes, I’m looking for something. You actually startled me!”
The husky quality of her voice intrigued him.
“I’m sorry. I saw the whole incident at the counter and I thought it would be nice for me to help.” He handed her two bags full of groceries. “Here, I already paid for them.”
She felt embarrassed. She raked her fingers over her hair and stared at him for a while.
“Are you going to stare at me until I melt?” he teased.
“It’s okay. Can I drive you home?” he asked as a smile was etched unto his face.
“I would love that.”
He immediately collected the grocery bags.
“Come with me please.”
As he turned around, she looked over at him. She had to admit he was an attractive man, and women would swoon with just one look at him. Getting to where his car was parked, he opened the car door and ushered her in.
“You are welcome.” He hopped onto the driver’s seat and drove off.
“My name is David Olawale. What is yours?”
“It’s Rose Dike,” she replied grinning.
He gazed at her, her smile captivated him. As he stared into her eyes, her hazel eyes flecked with gold, her lips were full and slightly parted below her straight nose. She seemed like an enchantress.
“Are you a Nigerian?” she asked.
“Yes, I’m here on vacation.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Wow! Me too.” She smiled and pointed at a house by the roadside, “I will like to get down over there.”
The car immediately came to a halt.
“Would you like to come in?”
“Not today dear.”
“Well, I will love to have you over some time. Thanks again.”
“You are welcome. I will definitely come over soon.”
As she turned to leave, heading towards a black gate, he watched her, he saw a certain grace of movement, an ingrained lithe fluidness in her posture which he admired.
He didn’t fail to visit Rose the next day, and from there, their friendship bloomed into a romantic relationship.
“We are here madam.”
The driver’s voice intruded on her thoughts, his voice jolted her back to reality. She paid him and zoomed off. Rushing into her apartment, she immediately took a cold shower, and hurried out of the bathroom. She rummaged through her closet for some minutes before she finally took out a red mini dress. She had waited impatiently for two months for tonight and she only wished that he would finally propose to her as he had promised to do on his return to Nigeria. He had made the promise to her the night before he embarked on his two months trip to England to inform his parents about their relationship.
Rose slid the little red dress down her body. She hastily applied a light makeup. She left her apartment immediately and headed straight to the restaurant.
Getting to the restaurant, the skies darkened and, and it started drizzling. The restaurant’s doorman opened the door and ushered her in.
“Good evening madam, welcome to Cafe Cassata.”
As she walked past him, his stares followed her. She was used to people gawking at her and that made her proud. Her eyes searched through the restaurant until they finally found David, he looked as handsome as always. Easing closer to him, she sensed a negative feeling hanging in the atmosphere. The mood was ominous and depressing.
“Hi, I’m sorry for being late.”
“It’s alright”, he replied looking out of the glass window.
She looked at him for a while, his eyes were gloomy.
“How was your trip?”
“It was fine.”
“Is anything the matter?”
“No! Please stop asking me these silly questions!”
Rose’s eyes widened in surprise, the man sitting right in front of her was totally different from the man she used to know, the man she had loved and given her heart to wholeheartedly.
“Rose, I know we have dated for two years now and I know that you must have had a lot of fantasies but I’m sorry, you are not what I want anymore.”
His words shattered her heart. she felt lost and empty.
He cut her short and drove her words back into her mouth. “I’m sorry Rose, but it all ends here, I will pay you off if you want,” he said in a tone of finality and left.
The drizzle turned into a torrential downpour.
“Where do I go from here?” she wondered.
A few seconds later, with her purse in one hand and scarf in the other, she dashed off into the rain.