Scarred...... iii
Melvin had thought it would be awkward between them but it was not. The conversation just flowed freely, without being forced. Sure, they were only talking about mundane stuff: family, school, work and such, but he thought he could still see a glimpse of his best friend just beneath the surface. They smiled and wined and dined and smiled some more until finally, he could delay no longer. Suddenly, it felt like the planet earth was on his shoulders. His mouth felt dry; his throat, parched. The air was suddenly too hot and if he was wearing a tie, he would have loosened it. Yes, he was that nervous. What if she humiliated him? Made jest of his need, his plea? "Erm, Blessing, there is something i really want to talk to you about....." "Yes.......?" It was rude or abrupt. Good sign. "A favour really. Its about the bid for the sparkles...