I met Stacy on Sunday and she was very beautiful. We got acquainted, and exchanged contacts. moments passed and I kept thinking about the beauty, the smile, how she looked at me with such tenderness, I could have kissed her if I already knew her, but I just met her. I went home that day very excited. Where has she been, I wondered. I woke up the next day, it was Monday and work load is always high, what can I say, it is the beginning of the week. I drove to the office with my Toyota Fortuner. I like the white beautiful and ergonomic interior.
All day thought of Stacy ran through my mind. I was afraid to call her; what would I tell her, I pondered... maybe, I should tell her I am in love with her... but that might scare her away, I thought.
I got home after work and headed straight for the shower. I stayed in there for more than one hour, probably two hours. I finally got out and made Sadza and beef stew, a traditional meal I learnt to cook during my visit to Zimbabwe. A message came into my phone as I was coming out of the Kitchen and opened to read but it was a twitter update from a popular trend.
The thought of Stacy came to mind and I felt a kind of fear, my body was trembling, I think I am in love with her already. I held myself together that evening and decided that I will call her number. I was about to dial her number when a call came in and it was my old friend, Maxwell.

...to be continued.