After the waiter came and took our orders, we just sorta started talking.
We discussed about food, the weather (cliché? I know!), the view and even music.
“So you like Jay-z a lot, huh?” Chris was saying as our food arrived. I had ordered
the crème brulee while he ordered Oysters. “Thanks” I called to the waiter then,
“Yup!” to Chris. “Yeah? So what else do you like Miss Thompson?” he asked folding
his napkin in his lap. Just as I was about to reply: “Many things”, Layefa pinged
me. I muttered “Excuse me” then hurriedly switched on the Silent mode on my
Blackberry. Seeing Layefa’s bbm picture made me feel terribly guilty. I had
completely forgotten about him once Chris walked into my office. I didn’t even reply
his last message (that I didn’t even know he sent!):
Is the dude there yet? Don’t worry now, hez probly stuck in traffic. Let me know
when he arrives sha so I won’t bother u guys. K?
I slipped my blackberry back into my bag, took a deep breath then said, “Well…um…you
know, it’s actually Mrs.Thompson”. I felt two feet tall immediately those words left
my mouth. I caught his eyes checking out my left hand just before he cried, “Oh, my
bad! I wonder how I missed that!”, “So what else do you like Mrs.Thompson?” He
really emphasized the ‘Mrs’. I smiled. “I like a lot of things”, I smoothened the
tablecloth with my hands, “You should call me Delores, though”.
At Layefa’s office…
“Mr.Olaoye is here, sir” Claire said over the intercom. “Are you serious?! Let him
in fast!” Layefa replied jumping from his seat. He hadn’t seen Daniel in a while and
he was pretty excited to see one of his best buddies.
“Bad guy!!! Warrit doooo?!! Ah ahn! Who dash you suit?” Layefa cried as Daniel
entered his office. They did that handshake with a slap on the back thing that guys
do before they finally broke into a hug (fronting too plenty!)
“Fuck you man! You know you’re digging it” Daniel joked straightening his suit.
He had never really been the suit-wearing guy so Layefa was pretty shocked to see
him all decked in a Gucci suit and T.M. shirt.
“Sit down, man” Layefa said, “On the real though, what’s with the suit? Where’re you
headed?”. “Wetin? Shey person no fit dress up again?”, Daniel replied pulling out a
“I’m meeting some hottie I met yesterday for lunch”. Nodding, Layefa rose to make
drinks for them. “You still drink Campari with iced tea abi?” he asked squatting to
open his mini fridge at the corner of the wall. “Yes oh. But dawg, seriously man,
you’re ballin’! corner office and all. Mr. T must be real proud” Daniel said. “Na so
we see am oh” Layefa replied mixing the drinks.
“Mr.Thompson? Miss.Ibrahim’s here” Claire said over the intercom. “Oh? Let her in
please” Layefa replied. Then to Daniel, “Brace yourself, homie”. Sitting up in his
chair, Daniel straightened his jacket and crossed his legs in a total George Clooney
“Layefa dear!” Saida cried bursting into the room. She was wearing a grey pin-
striped low-cut pencil dress. “Saida! Hey!!” Layefa replied rising from his seat and
walking towards her. “C’mon gimme a hug” she said pulling him into an embrace. After
about ten long seconds, she finally let Layefa go.
“Oh hello” she said shoving Layefa aside once she glimpsed Daniel