Aisha and Vode locked eyes, the tension between them was clear. The silence stretched out like a rubber band, threatening to snap at any moment. Finally, Aisha broke the silence, her voice laced with a hint of urgency. "Vode, I have classes soon I guess I should be going".
"Can I as you something" Vode's eyes narrowed, his mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. "I saw you with a guy during the game" he said, his voice low and even.
Aisha's eyes widened, a look of surprise crossing her face. "What guy?"
Vode's gaze intensified. "The guy you were cheering with. I saw you both cuddling and ..."
Aisha's face flushed, and she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "That was an old friend from school and.....he asked me out. "
Vode's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. "An old friend, huh? I guess I'm an old friend too"
"Or probably we're besties now? That's crazy and I was thinking you were interested in me".
"Yes, If that can envelope the whole feelings and closeness we have then yes! We are besties.
Ok I sense jealousy here but you never asked me out and I just rolled with it, I was waiting for just one question but never got it so I guessed you never felt that way. Plus Idara is so all over you gosh, Vode pick one".
Just then, an elderly man in the bed next to Vode's groaned, his voice gruff. "Can you two lovebirds take your quarrel elsewhere? I need some peace and quiet."
Aisha and Vode turned to him, their faces sheepish. "Sorry, sir," they chimed in unison.
Vode finally said "you should go won't want you missing classes" with a smirk on his chin "and you're right I guess but above all thank you for still coming as you promised yesterday, if you hadn't I honestly don't know what would have happened". She smiled and left.
Vode could say he has had enough of women cause infact has a new challenge now, one that's even life-threatening. "I need to focus on that before I can think about any love affair." He thought to himself.
With Aisha gone, Vode tried to stand up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him. He stumbled back onto the bed, his eyes began weaving about as an image formed in his mind - anchor earrings, a golden watch, a skull ring and a face.
"Ozare," he whispered, his mind racing with questions. Why was the masked man looking exactly like Ozare?