Author's note: The picture above is Ore in her outfit for the evening. Hope you like ❤️

Ore flung the clothes that were carefully arranged in a hanger onto her scattered bed. She still hadn't figured out what she was going to wear to the eatery. A part of her mind was telling her that it was Dami who was playing his silly tricks but yet another part was implying that she was only being irrational.

She didn't know what to believe as it was. Martha, her new roommate, was sipping a cup of hot tea with legs crossed and eyeing Ore warily from her corner. Mercy left an hour ago for an evening stroll around the campus but was not back.

"Going somewhere?" Martha asked, her eyebrows shooting up in suspicion.

Ore sighed, picking up a ripped jeans and tossing it onto the other piles on her bed. "Yeah. It maybe a date but I am not so sure and I don't know what to wear."

"Jeee, you don't know what to put on but you have a lot of clothes though." Martha stated, her fingertips embracing the heat vapor from the cup she held tightly.

Ore hissed and wiped a sweat from her brow. She plopped onto the nearest bed which was empty and closely observed Martha who was wearing a jean bumshot and a pink short sleeve. Ever since Martha became her roommate, the girl tried to make the room lively with her chit chats and dry jokes.

She was from the eastern part of Nigeria and was very resourceful. It had only been three days since she resumed and she was already looking for a part time job. Ore wondered how she was going to juggle her work with the hectic studies.

At least, she had someone to follow her to the bus park every morning. She missed the brief times she and Mercy went to school with their hand linked together and cheesy smiles on their faces.

"Hey," Martha shouted jolting her from her reverie. "Ogini?"  [Translation: what is it?]

Ore blew out a breath from and rubbed her palms tersely on her lap.

"It's nothing o, I was just reasoning something," Ore replied getting up once more to look for a suitable cloth. She picked up an orange flowery gown with a low cut neckline and held it above her head, twirling it appreciatively in the sunlight.

"Ooh, and does that something have to do with Mercy?" Martha asked shifting from her relaxed position. She knew she was threading on misty waters with the devil lurking underneath the surface. "Cause you guys have been acting pretty weird."

"Hahaha," Ore laughed, finally settling to match the dress with a nude lipstick. "Could you help me do my make up?" Ore asked hopefully.

Martha gulped the remaining tea down her throat and tossed her cup under the bed. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and belched loudly. Ore held her breath and waved her hand in the air to divert the foul odor.

"Hmmm okay, but you will pay me sha." Martha winked suggestively.

Ore smirked and brought out her small make up bag from her upturned box.

"No, don't worry, I will use mine." The carefree tone Martha used made Ore narrow her eyes to slit before gesturing in the affirmative.

Ore gulped as she took in the tinted glass windows, the steel handle and the big read header. Kilimanjaro was one of the most popular restaurants in the district and it was home to uniport students and other inhabitants alike. It was a massive area with marble tiles, glossy surfaces, high back steel chairs, colorful lighting and most importantly, tasty meals.

The minute Ore reached out a hand to open the door, a uniformed security man beat her to it and she was greeted with a cold rush of air. Ore rubbed her bare arms and stepped in catiously taking in the couples seated in the groups and the loud music booming from the overhead speakers.

Her eyes scanned the cosy sectioned areas for a secluded place to seat. She found one by the windows, away from prying eyes and with a red ribboned card placed atop the white netted table cloth. Ore turned sharply, eyeing the other tables around the vicinity.

She stalled as her gaze landed on her table again, the rest didn't have a table cloth and certainly not a card addressed to a certain guy. She first eased onto her seat. With her interest piqued, she reached out for the card and pried it open.

Reserved for Ogundeyi and girlfriend was written in black cursive letters. Before Ore could hurriedly place the item back to the center of the table, a female uniformed waitress with a wide spread ass and finely made up face walked up to her. She was holding a menu and an apron was tied around her waist.

Ore eyed the fake eyelashes on her eyes, her pointed nose, rosy lips, jutting chin and the well defined eyebrows. She was by far the cutest lady she had seen in the restaurant.

"Ummm, would you like to take a look at our menu?" The twenty-ish looking girl with a bright smile asked placing the menu by Ore's side. Ore stared at her pink manicured nails with butterflies engraved on it.

She cleared her throat and shifted about in her seat. The restaurant was definitely expensive for a waitress to be dressed so beautifully.

"Yeah, sure," Ore stated absently. "And also . . . I wanted to ask if I am wrongly seated because the card I found here, she passed it over to the waitress . . . that states otherwise."

The waitress looked the card over for a few seconds and shook her head. She placed it back in its rightful position, "you are in the right seat, I will be waiting by that area to take your order." Ore glanced at the spot she pointed and gulped.

She couldn't remember the last time she was pampered. She gave the waitress a go ahead signal and she walked away with a light bounce in her steps. Ore stared out the window at people that were scurrying here and there to meet up with bus rides or travelling tickets.

After several minutes, she finally picked up the menu and went through the list of meals that were available. Caribbean fried and jollof rice, lobsters, fish stew, spicy crab, cocktail and sugar cane juice, barbecue, pizza, sausage roll, hamburger, ice cream, turkey, eba and pepper soup, porridge beans, meatballs, macaroni, the list went on and on.

Ore's stomach grumbled. The food items were arranged in a tabular form with picture charts by the side. The dishes looked delectable and she suddenly realized she hadn't eaten before she left the hostel. But Ore wanted to order a crown berry juice first while waiting on whoever had invited her over. That was the idealistic thing to do. She signaled to the waitress with a flick of her hand.

"I will need a glass of crown berry with red cherry on top," Ore stated handing over the menu and fiddling with her thumb. The lady was about to take her leave when Ore suddenly piped up, "Do you know the Ogundeyi this table is reserved for?"

The waitress shook her head, throwing her a tight lipped smile. She walked away, clicking her heels on the floor. Ore placed her hand on her chin, she never knew someone was dating her without her consent. Who could that be? Ore felt eyes boring into her back and she quickly glanced about the restaurant.

Everyone seemed to be engrossed in whatever food or conversation they were having with their elbows resting on the table. Ore sighed and faced the empty chair opposite her, perhaps she was only being paranoid.

She jolted when a tall glass was placed in front of her. Ore proceeded to give the waitress a brief smile when she froze, her heart dropping a mile a minute.

"Dami, what the hell."

Author's note: Now how do you like my little surprise. Next chapter will come as a shocker trust me.

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