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The eyes they say are mini gateways to the soul.

I have never understood my obsession or fascination with eyes or I've never noticed I was obsessed with them till today.

I was wrong.

I was so wrong.

He didn't have blue eyes. He had heterochromia iridium.

His eyes were mismatched. You'll know if you look at his face fully. The other was lighter than the other almost grey.

That day in the Airport's tarmac I actually thought he was blind in one eye cause when his shades fell off he closed one eye.

His eyes were vivid. A sharp contrast to his dark chocolate skin.

Very few people had different Iris Color and the number was even more slim in blacks.

It felt weird staring at him so intensely, all of a sudden I was forgetting what brought me to this dingy bar. 

In all of this he was staring back at me too and then his lips started moving I know he was talking to me, as the words which I could barely make rolled out I let comfort wash over me.

How can someone talk make me feel so at peace.

Was it his tone, the regulated bass of his voice or just how husky he sounded ?

"Hello" snapping his fingers to wake me from my day dream or rather lost state.

"What?" I snapped back rudely.

"My name is Jason Toluwalope Matthews"

He was definitely Nigerian also like Pamela. Toluwalope and Temitope rhymed a little.

"Okay." I replied, continuing to analyse him. Somehow he met my stare head on like it was a competition.

He had eyes that could make you get lost especially with how eery they felt when he stared at you.

I broke the stare and chugged down my whiskey, allowing the liquid burn a path down to my hungry stomach and felt the fire in my throat.

"Are you not going to tell me yours?"

"Do you really not know my name? You mailed me remember," I rolled my eyes and signalled the bar man to pour me another shot, chugging it down as well.

Me and alcohol don't do too well
It creates an alter ego, someone dark and nasty. I lost my inhibitions whenever I drank or rather my common sense.

"Yes I do, but its a good sentence opener" he replied, his eyelids getting a shade deeper as he checked me out, I wish I wore something different today.

"What is the odds that you and I are here together, fate is pulling a stunt on us" I replied instead.

"Actually the odds is like 1.977%, if you take into fact our skin colour and previous meeting" he answered so seriously.

This time around I couldn't help the smile that split my lips "okay Nerd."

"Now what is the odds of that" smiling in return at me, he looked a little shy at my compliment.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, it wasn't so bad and he had the most expressive eyes I've ever seen anyway so I kept ordering until he decided to end the silence.

"You have the most sad eyes I've ever seen yet its still so beautiful. Only so blank almost like you are looking into my soul and you won't care what it contains." He said, immediately he adjusted his hands allowing it cushion his head and giving him access to stare even more.

"Maybe"I replied assuming the same posture allowing us to stare at each other with hands under our chins.

"You don't look the army type though. You have innocent eyes, tell me how did someone with your cute face end up in the army. Also a Yoruba guy at that. " half my hair slid around my face covering part of it from him and I pushed some of it off.

He tugged his bottom lips into his mouth like it was a reflex action.

Dozens of thoughts ran my head wondering how it will feel to pull away the lips he had trapped in there with mine, to have sex with sexy stranger in this bar.

"I'm deadly underneath the fine face while you are deadly right on the surface. We make a killer duo."

"Who said you have a fine face?"

"Me. My answer is the only one I need and that is valid."

"That makes you sound self conceited instead of confident." I retorted.

Jason let out a sarcastic laugh first then he shrugged, "Maybe it does. I don't care either way because my opinion is the only one that matters about my looks."

He may have looked shy when I called him a nerd but he was confident.

Something wasn't adding up though, the US ceremonial uniform, the one with all the stars was mostly worn on official occasion.

"So why are you here Tolulope?" I called out in my British accent slurring the words around my tongue, I have had enough practise with Pamela after all her tribal name was Temitope.

"I like the way you call my name with that British accent and all" honesty shone through his eyes.

"So I guess you have a little background from your fighter Nigerian friend." he added smiling side stepping my original question.

We both looked ridiculous sitting at a bar, our head in our hands staring at each other like school kids.

He wasn't drinking but I was, and I was getting tipsy and bold enough to want to have sex with a stranger. Let's face it having one night stands was something I excelled at.

Sex was a given for me, it was my escape sometimes.

"I came for a burial here " He replied looking vulnerable.

"Well hard luck," A part of me knew I should be kinder but somewhat I hated to see that sad and vulnerable look, it made me want to ask if he was okay.

"Hmn!"

In the midst of all this I've forgotten why I came to this bar in the first place.

"Wanna have sex?" I asked straight up. I was drunk enough to not care anymore anyway.

He threw back his head and laughed. It was so loud and carefree that it transformed his whole face.

I wanted to hear it again.

I felt foolish for asking and I fanned my eyelashes down to shield my eyes. The least he could have said was to say no, not laugh at my request.

After the laughter died down, his eyes travelled up and down my body making me feel all warm inside but lingering more on my lips.

I emptied my glass and made to get up. Immediately I tried it, I swayed on my feet and he got up to steady me.

His touch burned as it came in contact with the bare skin of my upper arm. Almost immediately he let go of me, his arms falling to his sides.

"Don't go. I did not mean to upset you. For a second there it sounded weird, you could have said a million other things but you straight up offered me sex and so I thought it was a joke and the fact that it was different from every other thing I've been hearing all day made it comforting" he made contact again slowly pushing my back to my seat.

"I wasn't offering you sex to comfort you." I felt so embarrassed.

"A glass of water please" he called out to the bar man.

I sat down back on the stool and sulked, "You have a weird sense of humor" rolling my eyes at him.

"I don't want water, I want whiskey" pouting my lips and batting my eyelashes slightly to have my way.

For a second he looked at me strangely and muttered words that I couldn't hear before he blanked out his expression. He had side burns neatly trimmed beards with cute pink lips.

The bar man placed a glass of water in front of me and before I could complain he fixed me with a different stare, the killer kind, telling me wasn't messing with me.

Okay, baby cute face could be scary when he wants to be.

I drank slow sips till I finished the glass, I wasn't fully drunk yet anyway.

"Want to tell me what's wrong with you also?" He asked like he cared, like anyone cared.

"Nope" I replied popping the p sound loudly.

I placed my head on table, allowing all the exhaustion of the day flow through me and a tired sigh escaped my lips.

He studied me like I was art or code, like I was interesting, I liked how that made me feel.

Maybe I'll regret this later, somehow in my loads of sexual partner I have never kissed anyone, never been interested. Sex for me before now was just to stop the itch or the want.

Did you know most rape victims tend to have a huge sex appetite some become Nymphomaniacs?

I am most rape victims.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked and before he could really give his reply or make out my other crazy request I got up and placed my lips on his.

I was kissing a stranger. One I most likely will never see again, it was so light like a feather brush kiss and he wasn't expecting it.

The shock on his face was almost comical and like the coward I was, I got up and ran. Luckily for me there was a cab in front of the bar and as I settled in I saw him at the door of the bar almost trying to chase after me, I guess he had to pay the tabs at the bar.

I felt so foolish, sitting in that cab kissing him without his permission, drinking and leaving him to pay my debt, then running away. I face palmed myself.

You just made a mess of yourself

Well done Elizabeth.

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I sipped my coffee, and nursed my banging head sitting in my office.

Events of last night filtered into my head, and it made my head ache even more.

I was tempted to run my fingers over the seam of my lips bit I didn't know why.

I had assaulted some one last night and that was most prevalent on my mind.

Immediately I dialed Jude "Hey doll face" his thick voice called out.

"Jude" I whined, I missed hanging out with him in the hospital, I missed London.

"What's wrong? " he asked straight to business.

"If one of your female friends kissed a guy without his permission and ran away leaving him at a bar. How will you feel if it was you?"

"Were you drunk? Was he hot? Did you like it?" A small chuckle followed his statement.

"Is that my question?" sometimes Jude is so annoying I wonder why I bother with him.

Because he feeds you.
Because you love him.
Because he deals with your mood swings.

"How will you feel if a guy just kissed you like that? What if he had a girlfriend or wife? What if he did not like to be touched like that? Consent is key you know for both sexes" He said slowly.

"Call you later okay" I ended the call immediately feeling even more irritated with myself.

I banged my head slightly on the tiny desk.

I felt so much worse, I know consent is key what was I thinking that I went to mess it all up?

A small knock on my door pulled me out of my musings.
"Come in" I whispered gently not asking who it is after all I didn't have any counselling sessions till nine.

In response someone walked and the door closed with a tiny click so I raised my head up to see who it was in the department.

Jesus Christ!

Mismatched eyes was here.

My body went rigid with shock and my mouth was wide open.

At least now I can apologise for my behavior.

He smirked, a slow smile at the corner of his lips and I felt like entering the ground. I have never felt more embarrassed or ashamed of myself.

You again! With your blue and grey eyes like witch.

'You were not insulting the eyes last night when you kissed him

Please shut up, who asked you?

Well am you'

What are you doing here?" I shouted more out of frustration and embarrassment.

"Isn't it obvious! I'm here for counselling or a therapy session. I was violated last night at the 419 Bar" he finished with a shrug and sat down like he owned the place.

Lord have mercy.

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