" No, no that's not what i meant.." i ignore him moving to grab the pen and notepad to write my number and email so i don't have to continue speaking to him.
"What are you doing" he asks, when he sees me scribbling.
"Writing my number and email down, so i don't have to keep hearing you talk" I deadpan,handing him the little piece of paper with my information on it.
" Oh" he says, obviously taken aback by my bluntness.
He goes to say something, but our moms are here and Mrs patridge is now sliding a huge serene wrapped bowl of jollof rice and chicken and another smaller bowl of plantain towards me, she moves to hug my mom, i thank her profusely she hugs me, we say our goodbyes, he extends his hand for a handshake, i want to ignore it..i don't instead i begrudgingly take it and smile through my teeth praying my mom doesn't notice my stiffness.
He takes my hand in his, tugging pulling me in for a hug
"I'm sorry about tonight" he is so close i can feel his warm breath fanning ear it sends chills down my spine, his hands firm around me holding me in place.
I freeze from the sudden contact.
He pulls back a little, bringing his eyes, to search my face, i have to look any where but those eyes it's too much.
After a while he pulls away,not letting the hug last longer than it should, and I'm a little annoyed by that, i don't know why but i am.