It all started after a phone interview. It was phony because special candidates were already employed in the vacancies advertised. I'd sat at a snack joint wondering what to do next. With the little money in my pocket, I had two options: 1. A bottle of Pepsi and hamburger and walk all the way home or 2, a sachet of water and then take a taxi home. At last, I settled for Pepsi and burger and damned the walk home. It would be odd dressed in a lemon green shirt and a slim matching tie, black trousers and an expensive Italian belt and shoe, and then a sachet of water in my hand. Very absurd!
"I need two cans of Pepsi and two hamburger please." The voice was as metallic as it was distinct from the background Muzak. I turned impulsively to the source of the voice. Instantly my thought comprehended mysterious elements; a feeling of a lesser mortal. Underneath her hand trimmed black suit I could see a lemon shirt. She was well above average height; not slender but fragile. Her silky hair fell smoothly in a sleek hairdo behind her. A tiny gold necklace and a diamond-encrusted bracelet.
Money in humility, I thought, yet she was ravishing and intimidating. It must have been the legs that stood her out. The only time I have seen legs like that was many years ago in my school when I saw Lilian Bach in a mini skirt. She had full moist lips like Angelina Jolie.
Then our eyes locked! Her red lips parted slowly as she said hi to me, paid her bill and walked into her Mercedes AMG convertible and drove off.
I walked home swallowed in her thought, and happy that I allowed myself to float in the bubbles of my fantasy. She is worth every ounce of energy I spent thinking of those eyes that made me thaw when she'd looked at me. All the way home, my joblessness, the years I wasted in school, the one year I wasted in the NYSC scheme and the four years I have wasted scouring for the job seemed to have dissolved into space. I longed to see her again, but I'd to admit with a defeat that it was wishful thinking.