"First Step In solving your problems: create more.
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Clint tweeted.
His ego was visibly broken by Tina's adjective. She called him arrogant. She may not be far from the truth, but that adjective coming from her hits differently.
Clint was sprawled out on his couch with a can of beer on the center table before him. he picked his phone from beside him on the couch.
Clint: Hey, Tina
He texted Tina. Having multiple WhatsApp accounts couldn't be more useful.
It's me, Clint
Pls, don't block me pls.
I'm sorry
Tina Fumed, "He can't even accept his wrongs," she thought. He doesn't want to be with her; she was okay with that ‒maybe not, but she had moved on; trying to move on rather, then all of a sudden, he crashed into her world again to piss her off.
'Well done, karma. She brought it upon herself.' She hissed. She ignored his message. Hell was waiting to receive him.
Clint: I have been apologizing for days now.
I don't know what to say again.
No amount of apology would make her forgive him if he couldn't accept he was a jerk. It was not about his apology; he had to admit his wrong and apologize for his wrong, and she wasn't going back on her words. Hell was waiting to receive him, both him and his arrogance if he wouldn't.
On a second thought, her calm eluded her.
Tina: Do you realize you're spamming my inbox
If I may ask, why are you sorry?
She replied, regretting her action the second she did. That wasn't the plan; he was supposed to roast in hell.
Clint: I'm sorry for my actions the other night, for hurting your friend, and for being arrogant too.
I'm really sorry.
Tina left the message unread. She felt pacified but irritated at the same time. She got him to apologize, but his apology sounded more like a lip service. It lacked any form of sincerity and she has this hunch that Clint would likely repeat himself, should there be need for him to. She relaxed on her seat and stretched out her legs. She stretched on her seat and yawned lazily and left the message unattended to.
Clint: Can I pay you a visit at the office?
He messaged Tina from the comfort of his sitting room. It's been days after their troublesome reunion and his not so appealing apology. Clint thought it an opportunity to rebuild their friendship, now that the storm looked settled.
Tina: Official visits only
She replied to him about an hour after receiving the message.
Clint: C'mon Tina, are we still doing this?
Tina: Goodnight
Tina's response annoyed him. She stilled held him to his actions, but what does he expect in the first place? He swallowed. He would let her be.
Clint: Goodnight
He ended the chat.
Tina Noticed The ash coloured 2019 Toyota Corolla at the park, as she drove into the plaza that morning. She would have been sure of why he visited the plaza that morning there aren't many reasons why he visited, which are mostly business related. She made her way to her office less bothered.
For a second, she got settled for the day before her system beeped.
"Let him in," she replied to the message.
Clint entered the office in silent slow pace. Though aware of his presence in the room, Tina remained focused on her computer system. He stopped behind the visitor's seat, reluctant to neither call her attention nor break the silence.
Tina: Do we have a schedule?
She typed on the system, reluctant to return his gaze.
Clint scanned her delicate oval face, "You wouldn't pick one with me," he replied.
Tina: Why would I pick one with you?
"Because I want to, we have to," he replied.
Tina: Really
Why?
He adjusted the seat and sat down.
"Tina, I really want us to be friends again. I don't like the friction between us." He exhaled, "ok, can we be friends again?" He waited for response but got none. Tina busied herself studying something from her laptop on the desk. Convinced that he wouldn't receive any response, he continued, "If you don't mind, I will like a reply over lunch during the week. I will take your silence as a no," he said, "and, I won't disturb you again."
She reluctantly shifted her gaze from her laptop to Clint, when he ended his speech to study his countenance.
"I will be on my way. I came to meet Ózó." He left.
The Whole Thing didn't make sense to Tina. Just when he stopped being annoying, he got confusing. Why was their friendship suddenly important to him? Maybe he could bear having her as a friend, not a date.
This would have passed for a good intro in a Nollywood drama, except that there wasn't any camera stationed anywhere. It could have made an interesting content for her IG handle, if only she wasn't partaking in this confusion. Clint could easily pass for an actor, with the different dramas he'd been pulling, recently.
The day's drama came very early. This was really going to break her day.
Tina: he stopped by the office today
Chidi: Who?
Clint?
Tina: Yes
Chidi: You mean he paid you a visit?
Tina: Yes
Chidi: What was it about?
Tina: Something about being friends again and giving him a response over lunch
Chidi: So much for a confused young man.
Did you give him any response?
Tina: No
What do you think?
Chidi: I don't know
Take your time Tee.
Tina: Do you think I should give that a chance?
Tina shrugged; the events of the last time she took advice from Chidi was still fresh in her memory, but here she is seeking advice seeking for another one, on the same person again.
What would you do?
Chidi: To be frank, I would
She would, Tina wasn't surprised. She knows Chidi so well by now to guess her response to certain opinions. She still typed. Tina waited patiently for her next message.
But I wouldn't keep my expectations high.
Tina: Thank you
Chidi: Uwc, bby girl
"Let's Roll This weekend." Iyke suggested to Clint after his long stay at his office. "Let's ball on Friday night,"
"You have forgotten, I have an engagement for the night."
"Oh, Tina."
"Mhmm." Clint nodded.
"Are you staying all night?"
"No, bro. I need some rest. I think I'm getting sick."
"Too bad you," Iyke said disappointed.
"Don't sound like you are lonely."
"I will be left with Anna then," Iyke said, a mischievous smile brewing on his lip. "Nothing spoil!" He said with dreamy eyes.
The following few minutes filled with Iyke's naughty verbal description and analysis of what his automatically rescheduled weekend would look like. Clint laughed as Iyke did what he knew best to do, being funny.
"Well, still gonna club on Friday. In any case you change your mind, join us." Iyke ended their discussion on this note. He jumped down from Clint's desk and announced his departure. He picked his keys from the desk and made his way out of the office after exchanging a hand shake with Clint.
Patricia Walked In on her daughter trying to select an outfit. She watched her for a while before settling on the bed.
Tina rummaged through her wardrobe half-aware of her presence, while she watched her go through her closet.
"Need help?" Patricia said softly.
Tina turned to look at her for the first time since she entered the room minutes ago.
"Going somewhere?" She asked, slowly advancing towards Tina.
Patricia picked up a black top from the closet. "It's always good to look simple but pretty when you hang out in the evening." She hung the top back into the wardrobe. "Light make-up and simple dresses like a short gown." She picked a sleeveless wine coloured short gown from the closet.
She handed it over to Tina who watched her go through her closet. "These stocks are old; you need new ones darling," she continued.
Tina hadn't forgotten; her mum and Chidi had one thing in common. They were shopaholics.
"Would you like to discuss where you are going?" She went back to the bed.
Tina joined her. She gave her the details, who she was hanging out with, why and where, excluding the drama that had ensued between them before now.