My date with oke

Ever wondered what it would be like to be on a date with a mind reader?  Check out this short story by Simi Olatona 

I pulled out my phone and sent her a text “Hey, I’m at the restaurant already, this place is gloomy without you. Let me know when you’re nearby”. I looked around the restaurant, it’s a fairly nice one if you ask me. Almost top of the line food, almost top of the line interior design… everything just fine. I have this bad habit of doing the bare minimum so I don’t get accused of not trying. I mean, with all of this she can’t say I didn’t put in any effort to impress her. She replied my text message “Heyy, I’m sorry I’ll be a bit late, I’ll be there as soon as possible. And don’t worry, you’ll know when I’m around”. 

I was dressed to the best my wardrobe and borrowing ass would let me. Hit up Easyy to borrow me his blue brouges, the one with the white soles. The shoe was a beauty, the winged top made it so aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. A few steps in that shoe and the song “I’m walking on sunshine” would come into your mind. I had on black straight cut pant trousers, not too tight and not too skinny. It made me feel like a fashionista. A little bit. Then for the T-shirt I had on a light blue shirt with little horses drawn all over it. I always said the shirt was a perfect fit but haters always tried to correct me by saying “it’s too small”. I understood their jealousy, the shirt made me appear muscular and really really laid back like a Harley Davidson motorcycle. Damn. I’d hate me too if I were them. Anyways I’m sitting at my table, going over the lines I’d drop for Oke as soon as she walks in. “you look so beautiful tonight, the sun made a wise choice setting so only you could have this shine…. You’re going to have to forgive my rudeness tonight as I’ll going to stare at you all night”…. I was still going on and on about the lines and must have lost track of time because it suddenly got a lot brighter in the restaurant. Everyone seemed to have their necks turned. Some had to turn like owls to see the light source. I caught women tap their lovers to also look and appreciate this beautiful being. I mean, it must be serious if your lover tells you to admire somebody else. 

I rose my hand to shield my eyes from the brightness when she came over to my table and said to me “I told you, you’d know when I’m around”

What I’m about to describe to you is in no way an exaggeration, if anything it’s a poor attempt at using words to describe God’s finest work. Ever seen a chandelier so beautiful you just knew it was too much for you, that it would fit a king? Or a starry night? You know those moments that you can’t seem to squeeze into words. 

“well yeah you did. I just didn’t expect this”

I’m back in my head thinking, frantically searching for words to describe, for lines to speak to this woman. You should be a national treasure, you are what should come to mind when a person is called beautiful, if they ever create an encyclopedia for beautiful people, you should be the front cover. You must not have a twin because nothing this perfect should exist twice. 

“ermm Simi?”

I snap out of my head to see her face once more. Might be my imagination but he had developed a slight blush. For someone so light skinned, it’s so easy to spot.

“Hey Oke, here have your seat” I got up and pulled the seat out for her. 

“thanks, anyways do you know I can read your mind?” she said as she took her seat 

“please, what was I thinking about then?”

“something about how beautiful I look right now and… “

“Really? Doesn’t take a genius to figure that out” 

“… let me finish. Something about me being a national treasure. Encyclopedia something something…”

“Ah!”