Chapter 4 - The Shortcut Driver Returns by Joy Osas
200 Words
Days blurred into product updates, late-night coding, and team meals eaten on the floor.
Still, Amara caught herself glancing at every silver Mile car that passed.
One Thursday morning, her phone vibrated again—Driver – Kai A.
Fate had a mischievous sense of humor.
He greeted her with that calm voice. “Morning, Miss Loom.”
“You remember,” she teased.
“I remember rain, and courage, and someone who argues with dashboards,” he said.
She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re poetic for a driver.”
“Or maybe I drive because it’s the only way to meet poets.”
The line hung between them, dangerous and sweet.
They spoke of lighter things—favorite foods, music, the madness of Lagos traffic—but underneath, something was shifting.
By the time he parked near her office, Amara didn’t want to leave.
“Coffee sometime?” he asked. “Somewhere that isn’t behind glass?”
She hesitated. Business and heart shouldn’t mix, but curiosity won.
“Text me,” she said, handing him a card. “Only if you promise not to interrogate my data policies over cappuccino.”
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“No promises,” he said, smiling.
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