Hot Cake Ep. 2

Previously (click to catch up)

Hot cake wanted a date with me? Wonders will never cease oh!

"Friday evening then?" His voice echoed.

My active brain hastily flipped through my schedule; the human brain is indeed wonderful.

"Perfect!" 

Stop smiling too much; I cautioned myself as I watched him fidgeting with his keys.

"Great! Thank you for saying yes. My driver will come for you by 6pm. I don't want you stressing yourself..."

He doesn't want me to stress myself? Chai! The guy just scored a thousand points with those words

To be sincere, I found the whole situation amusing but stubbornly decided not to bother about the irony of it all. Instead, the moment he left, my brain scanned through my wardrobe for an appropriate outfit; what will I wear now oh? 

By Friday my anxiety level was above mild. I had replayed several conversation scenarios in my head and tried out almost all the dresses in my wardrobe.

At a point I became angry at myself for allowing a simple dinner with simply Elvis get me all worked up. Na Elvis ooh and not that Elvis Presley (God rest his soul). This is more like your fifth date this month so Nikky ogini na-eme gi? (What is wrong with you)

Anyway, I eventually settled for a long sleeveless burgundy mock-wrap dress with eye catching embroideries. The result of all my hardwork and extra effort was a stunning and elegant me. I loved it.

I was pulling on my transparent wedge sandals when a car stop outside the gate; that must be the driver. 

I sprang up and rushed over to the window; umm, that's not Elvis' car; my brain noted. Who could that be?

Being home alone and not expecting anyone, I just stared at the car parked outside the gate and close to my fence.

The engine stopped running, the back door was pushed open and...

What did I see? 

Don't forget to stop by next week 

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