Choking air

Ogar frowned as he watched Pascal look at Minka. His stares began their journey from her face down to the sole of her feet. She smiled. Ogar heard his tummy grumble. She looked what Pascal did, didn't she? Did Pascal does not know what they both had? He probably did. He could understand why Pascal had not greeted him and he didn't mind but this pissed him off.

He had to compose himself anyway. He had not set his eyes on Minka for a while. It's wise he controls himself. She looked happy though. He liked it. She looked so before Pascal complimented her and gave her those dagger eye glances.

Well he, being a gentleman and the one she cared for had the upper hand. There is no denying it, Minka didn't like Pascal. She smiled out of politeness. She had said so in the past. He knew nothing had changed. What would she do with such a rascal anyway?

"Today is my birthday. I will like to have a plate of nkwobi and a chilled can of malt.

" Wow! Happy birthday to you" Pascal said.