"I don't think I can date a younger guy," Bolu replied. "I've never been attracted to one beyond friendship, and I don't think it will happen." Ola's response was prompt. "So, that means you're indirectly telling me nothing can happen between us beyond friendship?" he asked. Bolu hesitated before saying, "Well, I'm actually in a relationship, so I don't think that's possible." Ola's tone changed to surprise. "Oh, really?" he asked. "Yes," Bolu replied firmly.
Bolu didn't know why she lied, but she needed to stop Ola from getting any ideas. She didn't think it was healthy to develop feelings for a younger guy, and they were too different, with different ideologies about life. Besides, she didn't think they'd last; he was an artist, and she'd likely struggle to contend with the attention he'd receive from other women. She wanted to avoid disrespect as much as possible.
Despite her resolve, Bolu noticed Ola sounded downcast, though he might have been pretending. She knew how men could behave when they liked a woman, genuinely or not. She wasn't taking any chances, even though Ola made her laugh and gave her butterflies.
Two months passed, and Bolu grew accustomed to Ola's company. They chatted daily, and she found herself opening up to him, despite being reserved around others. He shared his story of a devastating breakup with his ex-girlfriend, who had slept with his best friend. He was broken, almost depressed, and Bolu tried to be there for him, listening when he needed to rant or talk.
One day, Bolu visited Ola's apartment, something they had never done before. They usually met outside his compound. On this particular day, they were chatting, and the mosquitoes became unbearable. Ola suggested going into his flat, and Bolu agreed reluctantly, knowing he was still attracted to her and not wanting to tempt herself