Her phone rang, and she answered on the third ring.
"Hey, love," Angela greeted, her voice warm but slightly tired.
"Hey! How are you feeling?" I asked.
"I'm fine. It was nothing major—just something a few painkillers couldn't fix."
"Oh, okay, that's great to hear. You had me worried for a second."
Angela chuckled. "Now, now, I'm a good girl. No need to stress. So, tell me, how was school? Anything interesting happen?"
"Not really. Just some summaries—I sent them to you on WhatsApp," she said.
"Oh, cool. I already wrote them down in my notebook."
There was a brief pause before I decided to drop the bombshell. "Oh, and by the way… guess who spoke to me today?"
Angela gasped dramatically. "Oh no. You've got some nerve, girl. Pedro?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Lisa, please," she groaned.
"Come on, Angela, it's not like anything happened," I said quickly, cutting her off before she could go full protective best friend mode.
"Yet," she said skeptically.
"Chill, okay? Do you want to hear it or not?"
She sighed. "Fine. Spill."
"Well, it wasn't a big deal. He just asked about my course, told me about his—he's doing Accounting, final year—and then he asked for my number. So, I gave it to him."
Angela groaned. "Girl, you are playing with fire."
"Well, let the fire burn," I teased.
I could almost see her shaking her head on the other end. "Anyway, he actually called before I called you, but I didn't hear it since my phone was in my room. So, I called him back—because, honestly, he was acting like an abandoned child just because I missed his call. But he said he was out."
Angela was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Tell me something, Lisa. Do you like him, or are you just fascinated?"
I bit my lip, thinking. "Hmm… I think I like him, girl. My heart goes numb just hearing his voice. He does things to me." I sighed. "I know, I don't know him that well yet, but the heart wants what it wants, right?"
Angela sighed. "You're crazy."
We both burst into laughter.
We kept chatting for another twenty minutes, catching up on everything before finally calling it a night. After hanging up, I headed to the bathroom to do my nighttime skincare routine. Once I was done, I climbed into bed, set my alarm, and closed my eyes—hoping for a better tomorrow. 30 minutes into it and my phone on the bedside table with Pedro's name flashing on the screen.
Hello I answered
Hey beautiful queen are sleeping?
They next day
The sharp buzz of my alarm jolts me awake. I groan, stretching my arms above my head as last night's conversation with Pedro replays in my mind. We had talked for nearly an hour—getting to know each other better—and I must admit, he's more interesting than I expected. Maybe people are too quick to judge him. He doesn't seem like the heartbreaker everyone makes him out to be. But then again, appearances can be deceiving.
Shaking off my thoughts, I slip out of bed and start my morning routine. First, I read a few Bible scriptures, letting the words settle in my heart. Then, I do some light exercises—gotta keep the body fit and sexy, right? A quick prayer follows before I finally head to the bathroom for a refreshing shower.
It's Saturday morning, which means house chores and laundry. In our house, everyone does their own laundry—except for Romeo, my younger brother, and my father, whose clothes my mom washes. After finishing up the cleaning, I prepare a simple breakfast, then retreat to my room.
Curling up on my bed, I scroll through Netflix, searching for my favorite series, The Working Mom. The weekend passes by quickly, with Pedro and me chatting here and there. So far, I'm really enjoying our conversations—whatever this thing between us is, it feels good.
Before I know it, it's Sunday evening. Tomorrow is Monday—back to campus. I pack my bag, set my alarm, and slip under the covers, determined to get enough sleep.
Tomorrow is a new day, and who knows what it will bring?