Visions and Revelations 2
Chapter 47: Visions and Revelations 2
Bayo found himself drinking more often than not, the alcohol warming his chest and loosening his usual reserve. His laughter, rare and rich, began to punctuate their exchanges.
"Mo ti mu púpọ̀," Bayo finally admitted he had drunk a lot, his words slightly slurred.
Amina's triumphant grin was tinged with something softer, more contemplative. "I win," she declared, but her eyes never left Bayo's face, studying him with an intensity that seemed to transcend their simple game.
Amina's eyes crinkled at the corners, a hint of admiration in her voice. "You know, Bayo, there's something refreshing about your directness. It's... unapologetic."
Bayo's laugh was a low, sardonic rumble. "Àpẹẹrẹ kò ṣe é fi ẹnu ṣe òṣùnwọ̀n," he muttered, his Yoruba thickening with emotion. "When you're alone, there's no point in pretense."