She Took A Risk That Changed Her Life Forever

Chapter 4

“Hello,” I greeted him.

“You look beautiful,” still staring at me. After a few seconds, he opens the door for me. Then I get in the car and put on the safety belt. Okay, let me share my live location with Teresa. He walks to the driver’s seat, gets in the car, and starts it.

“So, where’s Westgate Mall?” he asks as he’s driving.

“In Rodeo Port; turn left then drive straight,” I say. He does as I say. He keeps glancing at me.

“So, how was your day? Did you finally submit those documents you were busy scanning?” he asks while driving.

“Turn left again. Yes, I did; my day was okay. And how was yours?” while I’m focusing on the road.

“My day was good, right after you agreed to go out with me. Thank you,” he says as he smiles. Okay, his smile is bewitching me.

“Oh? After that bridge, you are going to turn right at the robots,” I say. He’s such a charmer. I know guys like him; he’ll sweet-talk you until he gets between your legs, after which he'll dump you, he's annoying. He’s a f**k boy, this one, but anyways I’m used to guys like this, hey.

“Yes, I’m glad you finally agreed,” he says.

“Turn right, then we’ll park there because the restaurants are this side,” I say.

“I’ll get the door for you,” he says as he jumps out of the car and walks to the passenger door to open it for me. This is my first time experience. We're now walking in the mall; he keeps on glancing at me like I’m the only living being in the world.

“Good evening, table for two?” the waitress asks. He nods.

“Please follow me,” she says, then we follow her.

Already seated and she's waiting for us to order drinks. I don’t know if I should order Savanna or wine. What if he thinks I’m some ghetto rat who drinks Savanna? Plus, people think we as Savanna drinkers are ghetto and hectic, LOL. In fact, I’ll order it; I just wanna annoy him . Next time he’ll ask his type out, not me.

“Can I have a Savanna Dry with no lemon, please? And I’ll have a lamb shank served with mash potatoes and veggies,” I say to the waitress.

And he gives me that funny look like he’s surprised, and he smiles. Now he looks impressed.

“Ahem. Sis, can you bring 6 Savanna Dry, 6 Heineken please, and I’ll have steak and veggies.”

The waitress walks away and comes back with ice buckets for our drinks.

“I heard you said to me you were about to leave the hotel in Krugersdorp. I was wondering where you live?” I say as I’m sipping my Savanna. I’m so relaxed, like I’ve known him for years now. But I’ve always been like that: open, bubbly, and outspoken when I’m in a comfortable place or around familiar faces. And this face opposite me is becoming familiar, trust me.

“Uhm, I live in KZN,” he says. Okay, that’s it! He’s just looking for someone to be busy with when he’s this side. And that person is not going to be me. Never! I refuse. After this dinner, I’ll block his ass,!

“So, what are you doing here in Joburg?” I say with a confused face.

“I’m into the logistics business, so I work with a few firms in Gauteng: in Cham for, Germiston, Albertson, and the Vaal. So most of the time I’m this side,” as he’s sipping his Heineken from the bottle, by the way. At least I’m having my Savanna in a glass.

“So why do you stay there whereas you have business this side?” I ask.

“Because I have a company, a truck depot in KZN, that needs my attention most of the time,” he says.

“So, your name is Sean?” I ask.

He smiles. “Yes, my name is Sean Dylan.” I love his smile and his calmness.

“Mmmm, okay,” I say as I sip my cold Savanna. Whew, the love I have for this cider, yay. Well, I prefer it because it doesn't cause me a hangover the following day, so I can drink it today and tomorrow I’ll wake up very fresh.

“Lisa, I love you and I want to be with you,” he says. He looks very serious.

“Why?” I ask, and he gives me that look that tells me he’s confused.

“I mean, like you said, you have businesses. You are well off, so why would you go for a girl like me? Why can’t you go for a slay queen or career girls? I have nothing; I’m just a girl who has dreams yet works at the automotive workshop?” I ask.

“Look, Lisa, from the moment I laid my eyes on you, I fell in love. I know it’s crazy, but it's true. I’d like to get to know you and do this life thing with you,” he says.

It’s getting serious now, because I don’t know what to say. I’m speechless. I haven’t heard those words in such a long time, honestly. But I still feel like this guy will break my heart. I’m not his type. I’m not sure I want to give him a chance; maybe I should. I mean, I have nothing to lose, . Wait, why am I thinking of giving him a chance? No, I never shem.

“Are you okay?” he asks while he’s eating.

Suddenly I came back from staring into space.

“Mmm, yes, I’m okay,” I say after clearing my throat.

“Seems like you were thinking hard, or were you thinking of me?” he asks, looking confident with that killer smile.

But, this i***t. I roll my eyes.

“So tell me about Lisa. I’d like to know her more,” he says. Okay, where do I start, whew.

“Okay. Lisa, she’s a foodie, straightforward. I love cooking; in fact, it’s my passion. I know it’s crazy, but the kitchen is my happy place, like a place of escape. Whenever I feel down, I go to the kitchen and take out all my frustrations while drinking, of course, LOL,” I say. I don’t know if I’m making sense, but that’s how I am; I don’t make sense but anyway. It will take a patient person to understand me.

“Do you know how to cook?” he asks.

“Yes, and I love trying new recipes,” I say.

“Okay, nice. I’d like to know you more,” he says. This guy is really serious.

“So, who is Sean? What do you love?” I ask. He sips his Heineken then he clears his throat.

“I love you,” he says, looking me in the eyes. Our eyes looked...