JUST ONE KISS

eople, Adaora Okoro walked with purpose, her heels clicking against the concrete as she navigated her way through the crowd. She had just finished an important meeting at her

Street, a gust of wind caught her off gu

cuments, her carefully curated composure slipping. Just as she reached for t

ice said, handing her th

y hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, held a spark of kindness that instantly p

him. Their fingers brushed for a moment, sendi

dy day, isn't it?" he s

She quickly gathered the rest of her papers, tryin

ay. Kwame Ansu," he introduce

king his hand. The warmth of his t

rom around here?" Kwame asked, his t

y," she said, nodding towards the

meeting. I'm actually a bit lost, to be

e at ease. "Well, I could help y

I'm looking for the

is. It's not too far from here. I was actually he

epened. "I would

cently launched a tech startup in Kumasi. He was in Accra to meet with potential investors and explore opportunities for expansion

a so far?" Adaora asked as the

in the sights and sounds around them. "There's a certai

ing. "There's always something happening in Accra. It ca

e that. But I have to say, meeting y

s, caught off guard by his candidness. "Y

Kwame insisted,

nd herself enjoying Kwame's company more than she had anticipated. There was something about him that was both int

Centre, the grand structure standing tall and im

ra said, gesturing

," Kwame said, turning to face

ora replied, her heart fl

. "Would you like to grab a coffee with me after m

t Kwame made her want to say yes. Perhaps it was his genuine demeanor, or the way he made her feel a

he said finally, h

mile reflecting his happiness.

a business card from her bag and ha

lly placing it in his pocke

getting caught up in the moment, allowing herself to be swept away by the thrill of a chance encounter. But there was something a

her mind kept drifting back to Kwame. By the time the clock struck five, she was mo

zed in her bag. She quickly pulled it out, her heart s

red, trying to kee

till up for that coffee?" Kwame's voice was warm an

ed, smiling to herself.

rom here called Café Mocha. How abo

ect. I'll se

way about someone, and she wasn't sure what to expect. But as she approached the cozy little café, the warm glow of the lights spilling out onto the

at a corner table with two cups of coffee in front of him. He

re!" he called,

the table, her heart fluttering

o," Kwame said, sliding on

ora replied, pleasantly

ers. "So, tell me more about yourself. What do you

ee. "Well, when I'm not working, I enjoy reading, exploring new pl

sh to cook?" Kwame asked, leanin

thoughtfully. "I'd have to say my specialty is jollof ric

" Kwame said, nodding appreciativ

yfully, not quite believing her own words. But as she

that," Kwame said,

n a long time. They shared stories, laughed at each other's jokes, and discovered a surprising number

rkened, and the café was beginning to empty out. But ne

wame suggested, glancing towards t