Chapter 6

'Hello,how are you?',he says flashing her a smile.

'Hey yourself ',she flushes giving me a side glance.'well I gotta go bye Aka',she says then skips away attending to a customer.

'Well I'm gonna go now..',I say, I don't know why I sounded unsure.

'Pull yourself together kid.'

'Ohhh okay,' he says sounding disappointed.

'Can I,perhaps see you some time if that's okay with you?',he asks.

'Yeah I'm not about that life really.'

'That life?',he asks perplexed.

'Love, the life of love..',does that even make any sense.

'Who are you asking?',Ms KAL said stuffing her face with popcorn.

'I forgot you were there...',honestly I need a supportive conscience ,wonder where I can get one of those.

'Not a fan of love I take it ,you don't have to worry I don't want to date you...' that stung a bit I don't know why,he must have seen it 'cause he scratched the back of his neck and said ,'that came out wrong, what I meant was I'm not looking for love either.'

'Thanks',I hear him mumble afterwards .

'Excuse me',I say confused.

'Ahhh okay this is gonna sound creepy but like my inner voice was like 'great save' so I mistakenly said 'thank you' out loud....',he says sheepishly,his cheeks were red that's how embarrassed he was.

'Well atleast yours is supportive..',I say with a smile.Who was I to crucify the guy for being weird when weird is my middle name.He beams.

'You have one too,well everyone has one but not all are as active.Wow.'

'I even named mine, Ms KnowALot,Ms KAL for short',I explain.

'Well mine doesn't have a name but for some reason he has an French accent.'

I burst out laughing 'cause he said it with a very troubled facial expression .

'Speaking of accents, yours is different,you not from here ,are you?',he asks.

'No,I'm a immigrant.Since we on the subject ,what brought you to South Africa?',I ask him.

'I'm here on business,I'm in real estate so I have projects I want to see through,I like to be hands on.So I'm staying here for a couple of months.'

'Oh cool..',I say not sure what more to say.

'How long have you been living here?',he asks.

'A decade.'

'So would you say you're more South African then?'

'No not really I mean I don't feel more South African or anything I have obviously adapted some of the cultures and ways of living so to say so when I go home I feel out of place sometimes so it's just fifty-fifty I guess',I reply hoping I was making sense.

'I guess I can relate,I was born in England,my family is Italian and they try to make sure we embrace our 'Italianess' hence my dad made sure we learnt Italian before learning to speak English.When we visit family in Italy I don't feel like I fit in fully....'

My phone suddenly rang making me jump.Brat flashed on the screen.I put my finger up signaling for SAL to hold that thought and answer the phone.

'When are you getting here?',Shumirai demanded.

'Awww do you miss me that bad ',I coo and I hear my sister scoff.I could feel her rolling her eyes .

'No,mom won't let me open your package and I wanna see what's inside',she says do you get why I saved her number as Brat now.

'I'll get there when I get there,bye.'

'Could you hurry up',she says and I hang up.

'That was my sister,well I best get on my way,bye.'

'Well can I get you number?',SAL asks.

'Tell you what,if we meet again I'll give it to you.' I say and walk out.

'Bye bella ',I hear him say.This is strange,if he isn't interested in dating me then what does he want my number for?

I decide not to dwell on it as I'd probably not meet him again and drove to my mom's.