Asherai watches Darcelle and her three ducklings go for some few seconds before she too turns around and continue her journey to the mall. Her appearance draws attention – as usual – and as always, she pays them no heed, their significance irrelevant to her. She reaches the mall in no time with her long stride.
Right where he told her he’d be, close to the entrance of the mall, is her equally dark skinned awaiting companion; whose back is propped against the wall with his arms folded – making his well-defined arms to bulge – with a leg bent at the knee and his sneakers cladded foot rest back on the wall.
Ogushun, like her, is a sight to behold. The 6’3, almost 6’5, man has a smooth, beautiful mahogany skin; a head full of thick, red ombre, medium sized dreadlocks that reaches his mid-back; and beautiful dark brown eye. His handsome face is set in his usual attractive scowl – his dark red eyepatch covering his left eye, as well as his beard, intensifying his roguish looks.