"You're shy to look at my because of how good I made you feel?" - Francis.
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They got into the car and drove out of the club in silence. Francis's eyes were riveted at the wind screen; one hand on the steering wheel while the other on his lap. Obioma glanced at him wondering if she had over reacted. But then, what girl would not overreact after all that had been seen? She sighed inwardly; gazing at the window. They embarked on their journey without saying anything to each other and when she couldn't take it anymore, she placed a palm on his hand; staring at him.
"Are you pissed at me?" She asked softly. It took few seconds before Francis replied and Obioma felt
