distance
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After leaving Ola's place, Bolu wondered if she'd overreacted. Should she apologize for her harsh words? "Well, he should apologize to me," she thought. "Why would he even suggest something like that?" Guys could be so insensitive sometimes. If she'd given in, he'd likely think she's a slut and someone unfaithful. Although they both knew they were attracted to each other, he put her in a tight spot. Was he testing her? All these questions swirled in her head, giving her a headache. She decided to avoid him for a while and let the tension cool down.
Two weeks passed, and Bolu felt like she was doing pretty well without communicating with Ola. She was almost forgetting about him until her phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but she picked up anyway. "Hello?" she said, waiting for a response. "Hello, Bolu," a familiar voice said. "It's me, Ola."
Bolu's curiosity was piqued. "Ola? Which Ola?" she asked, pretending not to know. "The one in your area that likes you," he replied, his tone laced with humor. "Oh, what's up?" Bolu asked, noticing that his voice sounded strained and like someone in pain.
"Are you okay?" she asked, concern creeping into her voice. "Not really," Ola laughed, followed by a cough. "Can I see you? Can you come over? I kind of need you." Bolu hesitated for a moment before agreeing. "Okay, give me five minutes."
She'd just arrived at the hostel when the call came in and was in the middle of freshening up. She quickly stood up, washed her face, and headed out to Ola's place. As she walked, she wondered what could be wrong. He'd never called her like that before, and his tone sounded unlike him. She hoped he was fine.
The uncertainty gnawed at her, and she quickened her pace, eager to find out what was going on.
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