They talked about it several times, over coffee, drinks, sometimes while lying in bed naked.
They shared dreams, some of which were so wild they were sure they would almost never come true. Yet, here she was, her poetry had led her to places, well, she did imagine.
With Derrick, they had even rehearsed a possible acceptance speech. He had a special mention. But would that be the order of the day tonight?
Dela met Abel on a night as cold and dark as this. He was with friends who accompanied Dela's sister to a friend's birthday party.
He struck her. How could he not? He had quite the presence. Hard to miss. His jacket. It fit perfectly. There was something about a bearded man with glasses and a fitting jacket.
If the jacket was suede, then that was a closed case. Abel's was suede. The case, however, was not closed because he seemed to be in a girl's company.
But this did not seem to deter Dela because when she ran into him at the buffet table, "Are you here alone?" was among the first things she asked.
"Umm ... no, actually."
There is something about catching a guy's attention that every girl should learn. Grab him by the neck but don't kill. Let go and walk away. Not literally.
Fast forward to a day later, and there he was. Abel. In all his glory. In Dela's time line. Asking how she got home after the party.
She could see the direction the relationship could possibly take. Relationship? What relationship? She was assuming things again.
"He doesn't even know I exist," she told herself, and opted to log off.
Before she could sign out completely, a notification popped up.
"You seem busy."
She may not have held the key that turned in the keyhole, but with that last text, she opened the floodgate.
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