She took a deep breath, one hand on her chest and the other gripping the steering wheel tightly.
It’s okay, Tola. It’s just a date.
It was her first date this year, which wasn’t bad considering it was only January 14th. But it was also her first date since 2018.
When she woke up on January 1st 2020, Tola knew something had to change. She couldn’t keep waiting for Mr. Right to walk up to her when she was getting coffee at Starbucks. For all she knew, Mr. Right didn’t drink coffee.
So Tola had picked up her phone and dialed Mummy’s Nigerian number.
You were right. I need your help to find someone, she admitted, her words laced with shame and frustration.
Tola intentionally made the call using Whatsapp Voice call - she couldn’t bear to see the I-told-you-so look on Mummy’s face. It hadn’t mattered. Mummy said it. Multiple times.
Then, two days later, like the answer to a prayer, a tall glass of handsome chocolate had walked up to her in Starbucks and asked for her number. She had been tempted to ask if he was sure.
But she didn’t. Instead, she took his phone and typed her number.
I’ll call you, he promised with a wide smile and twinkling eyes.
And he had.
So here she was, on January 14th 2020, a 35-year-old woman terrified to go into Applebee’s.