I noticed Nnaji’s gaze on me from where I stood, and I glanced up to glare at him after a minute of him not approaching and only staring. He pressed his lips together, and summoning the courage, he approached me.
“I thought you would not approach.”
He gave me a knowing look. “You’re terrifying, and I feel as if I’m approaching the lioness herself.”
“What do you want, Nnaji?” I asked, going straight to the point. I felt angry at his very presence and didn’t want to prolong it. I don’t know why I was mad at him. He had done nothing terrible. The only thing he did was gawk at me and refer to me as a lioness. None of which warrants this much anger.
“Come to the club with me,” he requested in a very calm and pleading voice.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I asked nicely?”
I snorted, not believi
