The clinking of cutlery and the distant hum of chatter filled the cafeteria, creating a steady rhythm that blended with the rich aroma of fresh coffee, sweet pastries, and sizzling eggs. Sunlight poured through the large windows, casting a golden hue over the polished wooden tables.
I sat across from Afa, casually eating while stealing glances at her as she was something else.
The way she carried herself—bold, confident, and effortlessly beautiful—was enough to make heads turn. Dressed in that black-laced dress, her bare shoulders gleaming in the morning light, she looked like a woman who owned every space she walked into. And the best part? She knew it. The slight smirk playing on her lips told me she enjoyed the attention.
Afa caught me staring.
"Like what you see?" she teased, twirling her fork between her fingers.
I scoffed, shaking my head. "I was just wondering how someone like you manages to wake up looking this good."
