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Bolu asked, "So, what do you do?" He launched into a series of questions, "Are you a student of LASU? Or do you stay with your parents?" The rapid-fire queries made Bolu sense his eagerness. "Slow down, mister," she teased. "I'm a LASUite and I sell kitchen accessories. I just came from delivering a product to a customer."
"Okay, cool," he replied, his eyes lighting up with interest. "I'd love to know you more. If possible, may I get your number? I promise I won't pressure you or disturb you with calls." Bolu hesitated briefly before sharing her number. "081********," she said, and he smiled.
"Alright, thanks. I'll chat you up later, probably when you get home and freshen up," he said with a charming smile. Bolu couldn't help but smile back, noticing his adorable grin and perfect teeth. "We'll talk later," he said, turning to leave.
As she walked home, Bolu thought they wouldn't be more than friends. "He looks younger than me," she mused, attributing his boldness to her youthful appearance. She decided to ask about his age when they chatted, curious despite her initial reservations. "Worst-case scenario, he'll lie, but it's pretty obvious I'm older," she thought with a shrug.
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