TWENTY SEVEN

Lashe slid his phone into his pockets as he grabbed the wrapped box on his table before walking outside. He was clad in his usual disguise. Black pants and black pullovers, a black face cap and sun glasses.

Following his usual route, he boarded a taxi and headed for the park he and Ibukun had met before. Lashe swirled the wrapped small box in his hands slowly.

Was he crazy?

Lashe was definitely sure he was. Else, how could one person fill his thoughts, his head, his mind and he even saw her face in his books and notes. He had even started drawing an outline in his jotter while he read the night before.

Lashe swallowed her saliva as he looked outside the window to the busy streets. He didn’t know when or how it started. How Ibukun filled his head and his thoughts. How her beautiful smile always popped in his head once in a while. How he couldn’t help but take pictures of her each time they met.

How he spent hours scrolling through the pictures he had tak