Ifeanyi turned to his passenger as he neared the entrance to the estate. “So where am I dropping you off?”
Hassan raised his hand to his head and closed his eyes, the space between his brows creasing into a V as he concentrated. “Sorry I’m just trying to remember the number. What was it she called it again?” he said the last part to himself. His eyes snapped open suddenly as if recollecting something. “Number 12, that’s the address.”
Ifeanyi scoffed in surprise. “Really? That’s where I’m actually going too. I guess you must be the visitor the old geezer is expecting.”
Hassan laughed at his choice of words. “Why do you call him that?”
“Long story.” He said simply and Hassan smiled, his cheeks dimpling once again.
Ifeanyi frowned at his dimples, he’d always wished he had dimples
