Molemo had successfully kept a secret from Les about the name or place of the resturant. To date, Les had stayed within Havana (La Habana) province and never chanced upon touring the beautiful Cuba. Not that she had no interest but her studies had always been her priority, she couldnt compromise her future for something she would definitely do after graduating.
That night was special not only because of the date, but because it was her first. It is indeed true that women turn to obsess over their firsts thats why more often than not, they want the firsts to be unique in every sense of the word.
Pedro and his wife Marianne had trued before to persuade her into touring but she never had it in her spirit, they therefore had to give up on the idea.... yet DJ had indeed succeeded in making her little heart anxious and curious.
He informed her at lunch time while she was by (Instituto Superior de Ciencias Medicas de La Habana) (ISCM-H) main gate that he would pick her up by 8pm. Yet by 5pm Les was already turning her wardrobe up-side-down trying to decide on what to wear. She couldn't know which style to go with... was she to be semi casual, formal, classic or trendy? Not only her thought were a mess... but her room too which looked more like a storage then than a room.
As time went by... she decided on a trendy classic look that would complement the night no matter the occasion. She wore a pair of skinny jeans, dark blue in colour, a pair of black stilettoes ( noting to take a pair of sneakers in case she needed comfort) a faint yellowish vest with laces to cover the arms and the chest. The vest itself was made from a thin fabric and accentuated her petite figure. She wasn't any bearer in cup size since her chest was barely visible... she was a 32B cup size with a thin waistline that one would hug every now and then.
Her dark skin glowed reflecting happiness and curiosity within her eyes. she looked perfect... at least she thought and decided to go without make up. Her bare skin was so much better looking.
After almost three hours she was finally done preparing herself and sorting the messy wardrobe. She waited nervously for Molemo and checked her phone every now and then to check of there was any text left.
Molemo arrived at her door at around 1920hrs, 40 minutes before their depature time... however he was astounded upon the sight of her. She looked angelic, pure and innocent with a charming sense all around her. His mouth felt dry and his mined zoned out. He knew she ws beautiful but he never new she could dress up.
He mobed his lips trying to find words but no sound came out. Les was looking at him with great shyness and love. She could not however, read her lover's expression.
After a few minutes, Molemo came out of his stupor. He smiled gently at Les and pulled her into a tight embrace. His heart was racing as he murmured softely into her ear:"My perfect angel". His voice was low, husky and magnetic.