The wind blew, rustling her chiffon top, her hair entered her eyes and she packed the strands out of her face, tucking it behind her hair. She had loosed it earlier after having a fun conversation with her new best friend where she did all the talking and it just worked on making her feel better.
“Here,” Ifeanyi handed her a wrap of shawarma and a bottle of smoov. He had come by her house earlier, just after the drug was wearing off and had requested she come with him.
She did and now they were at the beach, staring at the waves in the early hours of the evening. She unwrapped the bread wrap and took a bite from it. It tasted really good or maybe it was because she was famished, she and Bisi were still not talking and she hadn’t taken anything other than the crystal she’s gotten used
