It was a Friday afternoon. Fumn sat in front of her pink dresser mirror applying subtle strokes of her black eyeliner to her under eye. She was going for a smoky kind of make up as required for the club night.

Her brows were already perfected, she'd pancaked her face with a brown powder and allowed the effect to settle before outlining her lips. She applied her mascara with professional hands and slid it back into her makeup bag when she was done.

Fumn decided to focus on her eyeshadow next because it was kind of a challenge for her. Before she gained admission into the university, Fumn managed to learn how to makeup for three months. She had been bored at home and her mum wanting her to be resourceful, paid and enrolled her in a class.

Fumn at first, wasn't interested in learning any skill, it was her dad that convinced her. He stated that the economy was fast taking a downturn and that a skill was what most people depended on for survival. Learning how to do makeup was fun for Fumn because she picked up things quickly and adapted it into her own style.

Fumn smacked her glossy lips together. She took a deep breath and got up to view herself in the full length mirror. Her blue contact lens drew attention to her deep set eyes and highlighted the contours on her cheek. Fumn's brows looked slim and well arched, accentuating her angular jawline.

Fumn smiled confidently and did a picture pose. She was sure going to kill it. Just then, her room door creaked open and Kevwe entered laughing at what someone was telling her on the phone. Fumn's mood immediately darkened. She had been avoiding a head on confrontation with her roommate, that much was obvious.

Actually, she didn't really know what to say that wouldn't sound like she was shaming Kevwe's sexuality. She thought hard about it and decided that speaking up was going to go a long way in solving their issues. Fumn sat on the edge of the bed and signaled to Kevwe that she needed them to talk.

Kevwe nodded and hurriedly dismissed her call, there was a palpable sense of tension hanging in the air. Kevwe took out a plastic chair, sat opposite Fumn and blew out a shaky breath.

"Well . . .," they both started and then laughed at the awkwardness.

"You go first," Kevwe pointed.

"No, you go first," Fumn asserted. Kevwe cleared her throat and rubbed her palms against each other, trying to shake off the nervousness from her body.

"Well, what I did was unacceptable and I apologize. I was way out of line doing that here, I didn't know it would scare you off so bad. I thought maybe it was a common thing here in the university. I am not going to give any excuses for my actions because I have none. I just want you to accept my apology. That will never happen again I promise."

Kevwe sounded genuine. Fumn smiled briefly and nodded. "Do you remember the first day we became roommates?"

Kevwe laughed at Fumn's question as old memories resurfaced. She had been packing her luggages into the lodge with Fumn's help and they were hoarding it up the stairs to her room. Kevwe had been petite with small legs and a chubby face.

She'd misplaced a step and came crashing down from the top of the staircase. Fumn burst into laughter as Kevwe laid on the floor grunting in a bitter sweet kind of pain. She later realized that her knee bone had shifted and was rushed to the hospital.

That night, they talked and made jest of each other, disturbing the other patients that were in the room.

"I remember the day like it happened two days back. I had to wear a caste for a week."

"You looked like a very shy porcelain doll," Fumn commented making Kevwe raise her brows. She had now grown into a taller lady with a dark skin tone and much more outgoing personality.

"Did I now? Oh well, I guess time flies."

Fumn yawned. "It does indeed."

"So, can I ask you a personal question? Are you bisexual or completely gay?" Fumn edged closer clasping her hands in front of her.

"Why are you so interested?" Kevwe quizzed. She crossed her arms holding Fumn's stare. "I am a lesbian."

"What?" Fumn exclaimed not believing her ears. "And I never knew all these while we stayed together?"

Kevwe shrugged. "You just never paid much attention that's why. Your makeup is cute by the way. Are you going for a beauty contest or something?"

Fumn gushed. "Thank you so much and yeah, it's pretty much like that. We have this party thingy at work tonight and the director of the grand hotel will be around. Can you imagine how sexy he looks?"

Kevwe's mouth rounded in an 'o'. "Seems like you're so into him or something. Isn't he old?"

Fumn scratched the back of her neck. "He is. I mean, he has a full grown son, Michael. But that doesn't take away the fact that he is pretty charming. I think we both have weird sexual preferences, I mean with me liking older men and you being bi . . ."

Kevwe rolled her eyes. "I said I was a lesbian not bi."

"Ooh. That aside, I feel drawn to him you know?"

Should that be Michael or?" Kevwe asked.

"No naw. It's the director I am talking about. You self, you like to hear back of gist o." Fumn playfully slapped Kevwe on the shoulder.

"What na? I never thought you were into older men. So, what of Ozo?"

Fumn halted throwing Kevwe a skeptical look. "What do you mean by what about Ozo?"

Kevwe stretched tiredly. "He isn't old though."

"My dear, young guys are not it o. Their only aim is to break your fragile heart not minding how you will feel. Been there, done that."

"Awww." Kevwe sighed. "It happens babe, it doesn't mean they are all evil. Ozo cares for you, at least from what I have seen so far."

"He does, I think. But he is still young and hot blooded, his attraction to me will fade off soon." Fumn placed a golden ring on her nose to give the illusion of a piercing.

"How do I look?" She asked jutting out her chin.

"You look . . .," Kevwe searched for the right words to say. "Stunning."

Fumn flagged down a taxi to her workplace. She settled into the leather seats and began scrolling through her WhatsApp notifications. She sighted a text from Veekie asking her why she wasn't picking mama's calls. Fumn slapped her forehead.

She'd forgotten to return her mother's calls what with her being busy with school projects, work and trying so hard to settle her roommate's issue. She bit her lips regretfully and called her sister. Veekie picked on the third ring.

"Vik is mummy okay? Her calls are making my heart to beat fast o."

Veekie huffed. "You self ehhn, your matter tire person o. To pick up your call is something else. Mummy wanted to tell you that you shouldn't forget daddy's birthday."

Fumn laughed heartily. "I was thinking something was wrong self. Because mum never calls twice unless it's very important."

There was a slight break in transmission before Veekie spoke up. "So, your father is not important to you now abi? Biko you need flogging o."

Before Fumn could say much else, Veekie cut the call. Very typical of her.