*Chapter 18: Bonus Scene - Coffee One Year Later*
207 Words
The café was noisy, but their corner was quiet.
One year to the day since that first wrong call.
David slid a coffee across the table to Ada. _“Latte, extra sugar. Just how you like it.”_
Ada smiled and took it. _“You remembered.”_
_“I remember everything about you,”_ David said. _“Even the way you said ‘wrong number’ that first night.”_
She laughed. _“I thought you were a scammer.”_
_“And I thought you were telemarketing,”_ he shot back. _“Look at us now.”_
Outside, Lagos traffic moved like normal. No black SUVs. No fear. Just life.
David’s phone buzzed. Not unknown. Just Tunde.
_Dinner at 7. Chika made jollof. Don’t come late._
Ada read it over his shoulder. _“See? Normal problems.”_
David reached across and held her hand. _“Best wrong number I ever answered.”_
Ada squeezed back. _“Best right person I ever met.”_
They sat there, drinking coffee, with nowhere to run and nothing to hide.
For the first time in a long time, everything felt right.
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