When Ambrose got home, he took a shower and laid in bed to stare at his phone. Folawe still hadn't replied to his text and was now online. Was she really mad at him? He couldnt tell what he had done to upset her.
He scrolled to the status section and saw that she just posted soenthing on her status. This would be the first time he would be checking her status.
What he first saw was a picture of a man in a dress and she captioned it.
'Season greetings everyone. Bros J on this one. In advance brother.'
Mo Ambrose stared at the picture for some time. The man wearing a dress looked like the man who played Jesus. But he still didn't understand what she meant. The next was a picture of the same man but the caption read:
'Bad boy J on this one. Less than 48 hours to go bad man J.'
Slowly he was beginning to get what she meant. Since it would Christmas soon and Christmas is Jesus Christ birthday she was trying to be sarcastic by wishing him happy birthday and tweeting him as if he were her brother of friend. Before he realise it, he was already laughing from how funny her status was.
Another said. 'Me giggling with all the memes I am about share for you guys.' Followed by a about five funny memes. Some took him time to understand but he did laugh at them. Was she this funny in reality too ? He was yet to spend quality time with her so he really didnt know. Besides he couldn't even send her another message as she was currently ignoring him.
The following morning, Mo Anbrose decided to personally hand the clothe over to Folawe hinself. Somehow, the thought of her drifting away from him, made him uncomfortable.
Folawe was surprised when she saw his text message the following morning. Dressing up in a baggy trousers and a crop top. Leaving the hostel, she noticed almost everyone has left for Christmas and made a mental note to pack her things when she returned so it would be easier to leave when she comes back from visiting his parents. The new restaurant he wanted to meet was one that offered services like a private room. Going into the room he had told her, she found him seated by the window, his fingers toying with the smooth edge of his tea cup. He looked in her direction once she closed the door and regarded her with a faint smile. One so graceful it tugged at her heart and made her stomach feel funny. Taking in her outfit. A slight crease formed between his brows when he noticed her choice of blouse.
Mo Ambrose looked different today than the times she had seen him. He had always looked professional. But today, he looked carefree and casual. Wearing a black pant, a black blouse that she guessed must be short sleeve, covered with a big black shirt that had a chain accessory on the pocket. He paired it with pair of Nike. Which was the only thing they had in common. She was also wearing a Nike.
The only difference would be that one is fake and cheap while the other is original and expensive.
"Good morning." He greeted first while she took her seat.
"Good morning. I thought you would send me the dress through a dispatch rider." She kept staring at his shirt. She loves how simple yet gorgeous it looked on him and she wanted to take it off him and have it to herself.
Although it was Friday, Mo Ambrose had decided not to go to work which was why he was casually dressed. The following day would be Christmas and he wanted Folawe to get used to his presence as quickly as possible. Judging from her looks, she didnt appear to be mad at him but perhapa she was hiding her emotions.
"What would you like to eat?"
She picked the menu and told him what she wanted while he called the waiter and ordered for their food.
"Do you want something to nib on while they bring the food?"
"No I am good." She had never been here before but she heard from Joy who had followed one of the campus big boys down here few days to exam that food here was really expensive. "President Mo, we will share the bill equally." She announced.
Surprise flicked in his eyes for a second but he agreed it with a faint smile and a positive nod of his head. It was the first time he had met a lady that wanted to share the bill with him. Even in the past when his mom forced him to go on dates with ladies from wealthy backgrounds, none of them had actually offered to pay for their meals.
"This place is owned by my brother." He informs and Folawe nods her head clutching her mini bag and looking around the room. Anywhere but him. She was afraid the lustful thoughts she had about him in her dream and in the shower would be obvious if she looked at him too much.
"I am sorry if I made you upset last night." He begins with an apology, throwing Folawe off guard. "I am not used to the internet slangs so I didnt know what you meant. Are you still mad at me?"
Folawe gave him an almost incredulous expression. "Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?"
"You ignored my text last night?"
She quickly brought out her phone to check while saying. "You later sent me a text after I sent my text?" When she saw it, she had a slightly guilty expression on her face. "I didn't see it. I am sorry. Your text was drowned by the sea of other texts i got."
There was no reaction from Mo Ambrose so she thought he was now mad at her.