We had finished dinner. The plates had been clear. I was nursing a full glass of white wine, while Bankole sipped his glass of sparkling water and fiddled with his ipad. I had calmed down by now, but was ready for the show to hit the road. I downed half of the content of my glass in one gulp and blurted out, “ are you going to speak or keep pretending I am not here, because if it is the latter I would rather be home in my bed.
He raised his head and arched his full brows, his lashes fluttered as if in disbelief. He looked too handsome. Not my regular type though. They were usually fair skinned and average build.
He was dark skinned and reminded me of Idris Elba, with the British accent and all.
I was brought to reality when he said, “didn’t I tell you, you are not going home tonight.”
I almost bolted out of my seat in protest, but my legs could not carry me. Hey, I knew it! There is no such thing as a free lunch. If only I had listened to Aisha when she said it was not wise to come alone. Chai, if only I had come with Ann… He wouldn’t try what he is about to. So after I made mouth that no one can force himself on me… it has come to this….
As my life was flashing before my eyes, he must have seen the fear in my eyes because he said, “I called Ann and co. to let them know, but if you still want to do so…,” he said nonchalantly waving his hands.
Anger quickly replaced fear, as I shouted, “Who do you think you are?”
“Is this the way you treat people as if they are….”
“Enough,” he said coolly, “sit down,” he said it like a man who was accustomed to giving orders and not taking them.
Once again, as if in a trance I sat down quietly…. (Hmmm… and why did his chair have to look like a damn throne?)
“For the past two months I have watched you play your little game…,” his warm rich baritone voice said.
As I opened my mouth to interrupt, he held up his hand indicating it was an unwelcomed interruption, so like an obedient child I swallowed my words, bowed my head and let the king speak.
“I don’t play games,” he continued. “You see I shoot straight. I see what I want and I go for it. Whoever he was, he must have hurt you really bad but I won’t pay for his mistakes.”
It was at this moment he stood up and walked towards my end of the table. Banky took my right hand in his left hand, and since my head had been bowed the whole time he raised it, looked into my eyes, and said, “I really like you but I don’t do baggage.
“Perhaps it is bad timing, perhaps it is not meant to be but I don’t want drama, so I will walk away. But who knows….” He left it at that.
I don’t know how to describe the pain one feels, when there is a breakup before a relationship even begins. But at this point I knew better than to protest his decision, besides any word that comes out of my mouth at this moment ‘na wash’. He wouldn’t believe it and I wouldn’t sound convincing; but it hurt real bad to lose him like this.
With that, he made me stand up, hugged me tightly and just when I thought that perhaps bobo had changed his mind, he pulled back and said, “Let me show you to your room.”
He led me up the stairs to a hallway that had three, two on the right and one on the left doors. Mine was the one on the far right; his was the door on the left. With his hands in his pocket, he gestured to the door on the left with his head and brows saying, “That is mine, in case you need anything.”
I thought to myself, ‘What I need right now you have too much self-control to give and cajoling won’t work either.’ So I simply replied with a curt “thank you”, walked into my room and settled for a cold shower instead.