Niyi could feel his heart racing as he weaved through the the traffic with his car. No matter what he did to calm himself, his heart raced and butterflies settled in his stomach.

Would it be too weird to wound down the windows?

Perhaps it was her delightful perfume or how amazing she looked in that fitting dress of hers. Whatever it was that made him want to cry in awe, a small part of him wanted it to stop.

He had been nervous all day, hardly ate and tried to put his total attention to his work. Thanks to an emergency at work, he had to spend more time coming up with a solution.

Niyi had expected Sewa to be furious at his tardiness but she seemed not all that bothered. And when she complimented his clothes, he wanted to walk on air.

"What sort of music do you listen to?" She asked, her manicured nails tapping the search button of the radio.

"Mostly pop."

"African pop or Western pop?"

Niyi pretended to consider for a minute before answering. "Both. What about you?"

Sewa replied, pride in her voice, "African pop. Nothing beats Naija beat."

"And here you are dancing to Cardi B's Bodak Yellow," he teased.

"It gives good vibes." Sewa danced in her seat and hummed along with the song.

Niyi glanced at her with a wide smile. He still felt the need to be cautious around her despite her claim that the tensed air between them has cleared. Niyi would do anything to make sure she showed him this side of her always.

"We are here."

After parking, they made for the entrance of the hall. Sewa presented the pass to the guards with flourish and led Niyi in once they were allowed to enter.

The party was in full swing. An highlife musician sang at the top of his lungs accompanied by the beats of the juju drum, choir of trumpets and backup dancers. People danced or sat in their chairs singing along to the music. Niyi spotted a couple of people recording with their phones.

Sewa guided them to a reserved table, her lips moving but the loud music drowned out every word. Niyi pretended to understand what she said and nodded along.

"... Don't you think?"

"Yes." Then, he felt bad for lying. "Actually..." He started to say when she cut in.

"Don't these look delicious?" She chimed excitedly as servers brought snacks and refreshments.

"Yes."

"I heard Chef Johnson Dean cooked for this event. I've always wanted to taste his cooking."

"I'm afraid I don't know who that is but these look enticing."

"Oh, he is one of the best cooks in Nigeria. I wonder if we would get a look at him."

Niyi could not help but share in her infectious excitement. "If you saw him right now, what would you do?"

"Have him sign on my purse and demand him to share his secret recipe."

He chuckled at her choice of word. "Demand?"

"Wrong word. Wrong word." She waved her hands with a light laugh. "Beg. I'll beg him to tell me his recipe."

"Which of his recipes do you want for yourself?"

Her eyes stared off into space as she thought. "I honestly can't choose one. That's like asking me to choose between jollof rice and Moin Moin."

"That's true. You can't choose. It's better to have both."

"Exactly! You get me."

Niyi felt his lower belly flutter at her words. What was it about her that got him excited and flustered? He missed the simple understanding of disliking her because she was voracious and threatened him a lot.

They are and made comments about the snacks. Niyi thought it needed a bit more spice but kept quiet. He would rather not offend Sewa who had such big heart for her idol.

The party went on and on but Sewa did not get to see the popular chef. Her mood turned sour as the hour turned. Niyi tried to help, asking the servers questions but they refused to give him answers. He felt the urge to storm the doors leading to the kitchen and get the Chef out there to see Sewa. But then that will result in an embarrassment when he was currently threading on the good person zone.

When the party slowly came to an end, Niyi escorted Sewa out of the party. As he drove out of the parking lot and down the busy road, he thought of one thing; surprising Sewa Ade with the Chef. It has to happen soon too.

Perhaps if he contact the Chef through mail or Instagram...

When he pulled up in front of her home, Niyi did his best to console her.

"Thank you for today," she answered and unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Thank you." He gave her a warm smile and unlocked all the doors.

"Would you to come in for a minute?" She asked, softly.

"Why? Do you want to make me dinner?" He teased.

"After what you ate at the party?" She laughed. "No. I can't do dinner but I can make you breakfast."

Niyi did not know how to react to that but kept the smile on his face. He was shocked. No, he was bewildered.

Was she serious? Was she flirting with him? Did she really want to him to stay over? Did she want to hook-up?

He crossed out the thought before it could bloom into an imagination that will pump blood to his nether regions. Now, his trousers did feel a little tight.

He honestly could not interpret her intentions. So he played it safe.

"I wish I could but I have to go. Busy day tomorrow and all that."

"All right. I will call you. Drive safe, Niyi."

"Good night."

She pulled him into a side hug and stepped out of the car. He waited until she was inside the building before driving off.

One thing was sure tonight, he was going to really need a cold shower.