Ifeanyi drummed his fingers on the table, his foot tapping on the floor. The party was in full swing with everyone having fun yet it was quieter than a graveyard at his table. The tension was so thick it was palpable, he could breath it in and it was choking him. Amina and Lateefa had not uttered a word to each other since they met earlier, choosing to glare at each other across the table and he was the poor soul left to watch them in silence. He could sense that there was something going on with them, something deep and it piqued his curiosity but he didn’t dare ask right now.
“Would you guys like something to eat?” he asked to break the awkwardness and they snapped out of it.
Amina shook her head at him but Lateefa turned to him with her ever ready smile, a smile that was so plastic
