…continued from Chapter Sixteen.
As soon as we left the mall, I began to feel better and the next day, I decided to go see Chioma as planned.
I requested an Uber and when I called the driver his voice sounded very familiar. As I stood outside the house waiting for my Uber driver, doctor Obi’s car pulled up in front of my house. At first, I thought he was here for a random visit which was unlike him, only to discover that he’s my Uber.
“What are you doing here doctor Obi?”
“Hi Ebun, I will be your designated driver for the duration of this trip,” he said with a very warm smile on his face as usual.
Excited, I quickly jumped into the passenger’s seat and reached across to hug him, his arms received me gladly. I was very happy to see him.
“What a surprise! You drive Uber too?” I said in disbelief.
“Yes,” he replied “I do this during my spare time, it’s a fun way to meet people.”
He looked even more attractive in his jeans and t-shirt. I couldn’t help myself from stealing looks at him occasionally like a teenager.
If I had known I’d be seeing him today, I would have put on something more appealing. And my hair was also a total mess. I felt a little self-conscious and underdressed.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, I am,” I replied
“Is the cooling okay?”
“It’s perfect. Thanks.”
“Would you like to listen to some music?” He asked pointing to the car radio.
“That would be really nice,” I replied with a smile. He’s being very formal.
He connected the auxiliary cable to his phone and started to play some classical music and my smile widened; we had similar taste in music.
“May I start your trip?” he asked still sounding very professional.
“Yes please.”
We drove for a while in silence while he effortlessly used the Google map to navigate my destination. He seemed very professional and though he made me comfortable, I was hoping to see a laid back side to him than the professional doctor I had gotten accustomed to seeing at the office.
His playlist diffused through my senses and though I tried to play it cool, I occasionally caught myself nodding and singing along.
“You must be a fan of Luther Vandross?”
I looked a little surprised.
“Don’t worry, I’m no mind reader. I can tell by the way you’ve been nodding and singing along.”
“Well, to be a little modest, I Looooovee his music. I have all his albums,” I gushed.
“Me too! I have a lot of memories attached to these songs,” He said with a stern concentration on the road.
“I think it’s amazing how certain songs bring back memories”
“Absolutely”
“Was it heartbreak?” I asked
“Yes.” He replied casually.
“Well, aren’t you going to tell me what happened?” I inquired.
“She was my first love and her name was Aisha. Long story short, she was Hausa, I was Igbo and it didn’t work out. What about you?”
“You already know my story,” I replied with a smile
He smiled and nodded in agreement.
“So do you still believe in love in spite of all?” I probed further.
“I believe love is like destiny, there are two sides to it.” He sounded philosophical
“How do you mean?”
“I believe love happens to people but a person must also choose love.”
I stared at him in admiration. In the past, I had met guys who knew how to communicate properly but doctor Obi was quite unique with words and very knowledgeable plus I think we have so much in common.
The conversation was lovely but at this point, I wondered why he wasn’t showing interest in me. Was I unattractive to him? I thought to myself. I was fed up with the suspense and was ready to risk it all.
“Would you like to go somewhere and have lunch with me?” I abandoned my inhibition and fired away. If he won’t ask, I will.
To be continued next week.