Paul maneuvored his Audi car through the busy street, seemingly cautiously but carefreely like he had all day to spend. His eyes eased off the street onto the mini digital clock beside the airbag, it was just Twenty Two minutes to Seven.
The watchful eyes of the adorning street lights glistened suddenly and the radiance it seemed they emitted, flooded the entire street with powerful illuminating energy and it seemed ‘life’ weaved accross the street.
Paul’s seemingly less occupied hand excitedly made it’s way to the Car’s media system Volume knob and increased it in many a notch and American Pop music filled the air.
He drove leisurely accross a Wine specialised supermarket. Suddenly, it seemed he remembered something and he quickly swerved his car into the supermarket’s parking lot.
Alighting in a seemingly gentlemanly manner, he turned off the booming media player and touched his appearance curtly.
He sure seemed handsome. The Grey suit he wore shoned beautifully. Its’ edges seemed like those arduosly worked on as each was adorned by almost razor sharp gators and his black shoes commended it perfectly. A blazing black bow tie ornamented his neck glowingly. His hair, cut in the trending Dre Drake style, seemed like it had just been ‘retouched’ and they seemed s£nsat!onal. He seemed really a perfect Gentlemen; just the type Every lady would want to be sexed by.
He walked seemingly majestically towards the supermarket. He felt he should grab a Pack of an intoxicating Wine along; atleast if it wouldn’t yield anything which was unsure, it’d induce a pretty bulky amount of naughtiness. He hoped he would get lucky again. It seemed a smile escaped his lips as he eventually walked in the echeleon classed fluorescent illuminated Supermarket.
Anabelle picked a bottle of her favorite cocktail wine, ‘the Cosmopolitan,’ from the wooden glossed Third row of shelf. She seemingly surveyed it and stared at the price tag stuck on it.
After mooting for a moment or two, she added it to the waiting drink in the rafia wooden basket she carried. The other drink, ‘a Red wine,’ was what she had earlier selected for Daniel as it was what it seemed Gentlemen drink. She was now finally ready to leave. Dusk was seemingly descending with thick dark air already.
Just as she turned, she bumped into a Gentleman, though slightly and she apologised quickly. “it’s okay. It’s my fault, really!” she heard him countered and she smiled.
[B] ”I’m jide, you?” she heard him continue.
”Jaye.. Jayeola!” she replied.
”Jaye! Anyway, you’re looking beautiful,” he complemented, smiling.
“You’re welcome… Bye!” She heard him bade, and though suprised, she answered also and smiled as she watched him walk away.
Anabelle wore a cream gown that accentuated her curves properly. Her dress was dressed in ringlets that fell accross her shoulder in a very captivating manner. Her shoes and make up complemented her almost perfectly. She seemed indeed beautiful. She seemed euphoriatic.
She walked along the shelf unto the cashier to pay her bills and acting on a mere impulse, she turned back. A man met her stare; a seemingly familiar man. It was that guy she had seen with Jolade.
She stood rooted to the spot. She thought her eyes were informing her that the figure was approaching in a robotical manner. It seemed, even the advancing figure was doing that absent mindedly as he plodded towards her with seemingly dreamy eyes, dreamy lustful eyes.