A MATTER OF HEIGHT III
“He’s short…the guy’s very short…like around here!”
The voice speaking was laced with anger and frustration, which made no sense as at the time of the conversation.
“So? What does height have to do with it?”
Chinwe looked at her younger cousin with disdain. “And they call you the brains of the family. Sometimes I wonder if mom means actually ‘brains’ as in grey matter or ‘brains’ as in oral…”
Amaka waved her hands. “You should be the one to talk. All the tall guys you’ve dated, what have they done for you?”
Chinwe looked shocked. “I can’t believe you’re defending this guy. You don’t even know him!”
Amaka shrugged. “I’m just asking you to be objective. He has not even asked you out yet…”
“But I know he’s going to! You should see the way he looks at me…the way he holds my hand a bit longer than necessary…”
“Hmm. Sounds to me like you like him. So what’s the problem?”
He’s…he’s short!” Chinwe threw up her hands and slumped on the easy sofa, fuming.
Amaka came and dropped beside her. “Look on the bright side – at least he wouldn’t have to kneel down to ask you to marry him!”
Chinwe looked at her cousin. “Is that what you should be saying?!” she asked incredulously. Amaka shrugged. “Someone has to see the silver lining in every dark cloud,” she answered. “It’s not so bad when you really look at it. Worse things have happened.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Whitney Houston is dead. Obama might not be the next American president. Pedophilia is on the rise – and you are worrying about one guy’s height.”
Chinwe made to stand up. “You’re crazy,” she said to her cousin unsmilingly.
Amaka touched her thigh lightly. “I was kidding – but hear me out. Do you remember when we were arguing about Mariah Carey marrying Nick Cannon?”
Chinwe shrugged. “We were still in school then!”
“That’s not the point. Do you remember what you said?” At Chinwe’s second shrug she smiled and continued, “You said ‘if she had to marry a younger guy to find true happiness, I wish her all the best.’ You said that, dear cousin.”
Chinwe bit back the angry retort at the tip of her tongue, realizing her cousin was correct. Apart from Gbemi’s height…
“Seriously, apart from his height – you don’t have any other issues with him do you?”
She thought back and smiled. “But Ama, this is crazy! It’s not even been a week since I met this guy! And yet…”
“So love has a timeline, abi? Okay. When is he supposed to fall in love with you? When is he supposed to ask you out – take you to watch Ghostrider or…”
Chinwe jumped up and stood over her cousin. “Don’t you dare make fun of my Ghost Rider, you hear? Don’t try it!”
Amaka cowered in mock fear. “Okay! Okay!! I’m sorry. I was just -”
“I know you were ‘just’” Chinwe bent over and hugged her little cousin. “You’re so smart all of a sudden…all grown up. Thank you so much.”
Amaka, who was not used to her cousin displaying emotion, was pleasantly surprised and hugged Chinwe back firmly. When they finally released each other there were tears in Amaka’s eyes, but she was smiling happily.
“What are you going to do?” she asked Chinwe.
“Oh, he asked me to lunch so I’m going to go to lunch with him. And then we’ll see.”
Gbemi had instructed his girls to close the door while they logged in the new stock for the shop, so he was not expecting anyone. At the moment they were off-loading biscuits, and he thought of Chinwe and how she had been avoiding him since he asked her to lunch the previous week. It occurred to him he might have jumped the gun where she was concerned – asking her that soon; but he liked her and did not appreciate mincing words.
But obviously that had not gone well; he thought. Okay, maybe I did jump the gun this one time. I’ll go and see TJ, use that as an excuse to see her – and apologize if necessary.
“Oya, una hurry o! You wan sleep here?” He asked. Of course, his staff was working hard without slacking but he had to say something. He did not even need to be there; he trusted them that much but – he was interrupted.
“Oga,” came a voice from behind him. He turned and saw Jerry, the security guard on duty.
“Yes?” Gbemi answered, frowning slightly. The guard cleared his throat, trying not to smile.
“One madam dey find you o. She say her name na Chinwe,” Jerry concluded.
Chinwe! “I’ll be right there,” he mumbled.
As Jerry turned away, Gbemi called Aisha and told her to watch things, removing his apron as he spoke. And then he hurried to the restroom to tidy his appearance.
A few minutes later, he hurried outside. She was sitting beside Jerry at his post, laughing quietly at something the guard had said. Gbemi slowed down his walk and watched her laugh, a small chord being struck to life somewhere around his chest area. She looked beautiful in a blood red blouse and blue jeans, a combination that set off her complexion. She was wearing trainers.
He moved closer and cleared his throat.
“Hi Gbemi,” she said, looking up at him. She looks really really nice; he thought.
“Hi, Chinwe. How are you today?” he asked.
She stood up. “I’m good,” she answered. “I hope I didn’t interrupt -”
“No you didn’t,” he cut in hastily. “I was just watching them off-load and arrange stuff.”
“Okay,” she said. She nodded and then suddenly said, “You offered me lunch, did you not?”
At Gbemi’s stunned nod she smiled. “Okay then,” she continued, “take me to lunch.”
This entry was posted on February 28, 2012 by seunodukoya. It was filed under Series and was tagged with a matter of height, budding romance, chemistry, height related romance, lunch date, romance, seun odukoya, short guy tall girl.