The Meeting

It was a cool afternoon with soft breeze. The sun was effectively hidden by the clouds which served as perfect defence against the heat. The streets were filled with people hurrying along in one direction or the other despite it being a saturday.

Akande sat in the eatery sweating profusely despite the cool air conditioning. He adjusted the neck region of his shirt as he felt he was choking. Everything and everyone around him seemed to have conspired to set him up for a mighty fall. Unfortunately, he had been a willing victim.

He looked around the scanty eatery. He had chosen this place not to show off, but because he was certain it’s patronage wouldn’t swell beyond a certain level. Not everyone could afford to pay tens of thousands for lunch in Lagos.

He took a sip of his juice and almost choked on it. Easy, he told himself no need killing yourself now. What was done was done and it was all his fault… partially. He had allowed Tunde talk him into this.

Akande was not supposed to be there, he was not supposed to have allowed Tunde ambush him with this plan and to crown his folly, he was not supposed to agree with Tunde. But he saw reason, and there he was, sitting at a table all jittery and anxious; waiting for his blind date.

Would she like him, would he like her, what was he to say to her? It had only been five years since his last affair, and then even, it was the girl that initiated things. His lips went dry at the thought that he would have to start a conversation with an unknown girl, he swallowed.

Unconsciously, he started drumming on the table moving his feet in rhythm. A smile was plastered on his face and anyone who saw him would think he was enjoying himself. He wasn’t. He could no longer bear the anxiety he was experiencing waiting for her. Then he looked up as the doors swung open and he saw the single most magical sight he had ever beheld. He was spellbound.

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She alighted from her taxi and became instantly apprehensive. Tunde had warned her she would have to break the ice, speak to him like he were a primary school kid. His words hit her like a slap in the face; ‘Akande’s a great guy, you’ll thank me later. But to get to know him, you have to speak to him. He’s shy and probably would stutter whilst attempting to talk to you’

Damn, she thought, and she allowed herself get dribbled into this? How did Tunde play a fast one on her she wondered, in the end, she blamed herself, I guess I’ll just turn him down gently then go to Linda’s, she told herself.

She strode towards the door and it opened mechanically, she scored Akande some points, cool, he knew how to pick a location, or was it Tunde’s doing? Then she entered, and scanned the place.

His open mouth was her first clue, then he attempted to stand. Attempted, because he nearly threw over the table in his awe of her, he had to sit down again, embarrassed. A smile escaped her lips.

She waltzed towards him as he gawked. How could she break his heart, she thought, he looked so innocent, she felt like protecting him…

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He watched her come, he made to stand, act the perfect gentleman and get her seat. It went horribly wrong as he almost toppled the table over. He resigned himself to sitting and smiled. She got to his table, pulled the chair backwards and sat. She was also smiling. So they sat and stared, both smiling, each afraid to break the ice.

Akande found then that his apprehension had been baseless; for in her eyes, he saw stars, and her smile communicated in ways words could not express. He understood then, words were the weaker communication medium, a genuine smile would break barriers. His smile grew bigger and he reached for her hand on the table…



27 thoughts on “The Meeting” by Daireen (@daireenonline)

  1. It was a sweet read… A smile does break barriers, that’s why I’ve perfected different styles of frowning.

    I don’t really think the axterisks were necessary, afterall, it’s all in one scene, and you switched nicely from one to the other.
    Well done, Daireen. $ß.

    1. Daireen (@daireenonline)

      @sibbylwhyte thanks for that observation. I kinda liked the asterisk idea ni. Anyways, it’s been noted. By the way, why frown?

  2. Lol, I love this piece. I used to be like that shyster, though I wasn’t as clumsy sha.

    Good work. Nothing to really criticise. Would have preferred it should be longer. But it is flash fic.

    Next Time.

    1. Daireen (@daireenonline)

      @hymar dodged the bullet didn’t I? *dancing* I’ll only get better.

      Thanks for stopping.

  3. …..trust me, nice one…but somehow somehow I didnt enjoy reading through….

  4. Daireen (@daireenonline)

    @omoniyi I always strive to write interesting stuff. Sorry this was a bore.

    Thanks for stopping.

  5. Was already enjoying it, but why did you stop here, na?

  6. @praize my oga, it’s part of the laziness I’ve been talking about. These days I just rush through stories and prefer to write stories less than 1k words, unlike before. I’m hoping to change though.

    Thanks for stopping.

  7. well written @daireenonline. Good stuff. Well done.

  8. Awww! Why does the story have to end there mhen….hian! Got the full gist tho’…”The smile that wins the heart”! I woulda loved to continue reading too…good story, earlier cropped!
    Welldone daireen….
    Pens_Up!

    1. Daireen (@daireenonline)

      @kleavajimcy thanks for stopping :d

  9. @daireenonline, this was fun to read because it’s easy to like your shy, clumsy protagonist. It was an easy read too; the theme and central story idea wasn’t difficult to know. Only problem I have with it is the category you classed it under: chick lit. This isn’t chick lit. Chick lit is about female protagonists. And your MC is definitely not a ‘chick’ in that sense. Glad to read your work, though. Good job!

    1. @queennobo, @daireenonline likes ‘chicks’ too much….lolz

    2. Daireen (@daireenonline)

      @queennobo didn’t know that oo. Thanks for clarifying and please don’t mind @topazo oo, it’s adie I like, not chicks. ;)

      Thanks for stopping.

  10. i like the story..i like the flow….welldone

  11. You keep singing about laziness oga @daireenonline That excuse don dey old oo.
    Nice one. A few punctuation errors crept in,though.
    Well done.

    1. Daireen (@daireenonline)

      @mimiadebayo right, I hear ya. I’ll stop singing to you :d

      How’s every?

  12. @dareenonline, loved it, it made me smile, and I could relate

  13. Nice and sweet. Made me smile for a second, until I quickly recomposed myself as per hard man.

    As much as I hate (really really hate) disagreeing with @sibbylwhyte (my Madam), I think the asterisks worked in this case because you switched between perspectives there, even though it was still the same scene. Also, I think you were right to label it chick-lit. Chick-lit is literature for chicks. Stories that would appeal to women. Like this one.

    One last thing. Your name confuses me. Isn’t Daireen a girl’s name?

    1. @obinwanne to start with, Derin is also a boy’s name. We just have more girls with the name than boys is all.

      Thanks for solidarity, help me tell @sibbylwhyte and @queennobo oo. :d

      And it is allowed for hard men too to smile oo.

      Thanks for stopping. Cheers.

  14. Jst like i was there watching them, nice write up

  15. Can someone explain what this is all about for me… I did not really get the idea

    1. Daireen (@daireenonline)

      @fadehan the story’s about two people who meet for the first time at an eatery. Their antics, thoughts and reactions.

      Now please read again and let me know what you think.

      Thank you.

  16. Now i get the idea…. Wasnt just that vivid at first…. Nice work

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