You sat at a corner, where you wouldn't be noticed but from where you could see everyone who steps into the restaurant. You were on a date or rather was supposed to be on a date with your boyfriend whom have been acting awkward lately. He had suddenly turned blind and deaf; "I didn't hear my phone ring, I must have left my phone on silent", "I didn't see your chats or calls earlier", "I had dozed off after a stressful day at work". Most importantly he has been busier than an ant lately; "please babe can I call you back, I'm kinda busy with work " a call you would wait for till you decide to call back. 

 You sat there calmly and waited for him as the golden rays of the harmattan sun crept behind the blanket of clouds, certain he would come, but not because he fixed a date with you rather, because he fixed a date with Precious, whom in his words is more precious than gold. Precious happened to be a girl of exceptional black beauty, with a pair of dark brown eyes that compliments her skin and a full lower lip which looks succulent. Sooner than expected, he arrived, looking good in his black senators, the exact one he wore during your first date, you were certain he was wearing "chocolate musk" a scent which compliments his looks. He looks around in search of Precious but couldn't find her. He brought out his phone and dailed a number. Almost immediately, you phone, a Samsung Galaxy A33 began to buzz on the table. 'arrggh, shit' you cursed as you made to stop the phone from ringing out. For a split second you forgot, your mission as Precious while you drolled over your cheating ass of a boyfriend.

Some seconds after the phone had stopped ringing, you called your boyfriend, not as Precious but as Naya. He ended the call and texted you instead "I'm busy at work babe, would call you when I get home". He sure was busy, you could tell; as he scanned the restaurant for Precious, his nonexistent new lover whom he had sent not less than ₦50,000 on different occasions, while telling you that he is currently broke and can't afford to get you the capital you need for your wig business due to his investments in crypto. You only called to remind him of your one year relationship anniversary, which was that fateful day . Too sad it all has to end on the same day it started.You make up your mind that he's longer deserving of your love and promise to no longer put effort and let the relationship sink like the Titanic.

Scrolling through your phone, you placed order for your wigs, you wouldn't be needing a shop for now, you could sell online. Plus you have your mannequins and ring light. Next, you text him as Precious; " Hi dear, I'm sorry I won't be able to make it, I'm having really painful cramps." You ended the text with just enough crying emojis to make the message real. Few moments later, you raise your head up to see him leaving the restaurant, wearing a face of one who has been defeated. You sent another text still apologizing, to which he replied; "no prob. How are you? Sorry for the cramps... Here's a little something for a period package". Soon enough your phone beeped. You couldn't help but smile to your self as you look at the credit alert.

Making your way to the counter, you placed your order. A plate of jellof rice with turkey and chilled hollandia yogurt should do. "Hey" came a baritone voice that sent chills down your spine. Turning left, your eyes meet the most beautiful set of brown eyes you have ever seen, even contact lens can't be that beautiful, you could swear. Smiling, you returned the greeting. He offered to be keep you company and to pay for your order. Offers which you turned down, because, just like your boyfriend, now ex, he's too good looking to be loyal. Petty reason, yes. But you don't seem to care after all.