Omolade unknowingly used her fingers to comb through the tangled mess of her hair before licking and rubbing her dry lips together to moisturize them, when she heard Nana said her boss was at the door.
She did a quick check of her nails to confirm that there was no dirt lurking under them. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask the old woman if she could get a mirror when a voice mockingly sounded a warning inside her head calling her back to rational thinking
'What is the matter with you Lade? You've not recovered from one heartbreak and you're already priming up like a peacock to meet with another one!?... I pray for your sake that the man is old and shriveled or married with a dozen kids, otherwise, you're heading for another heartbreak when you've not even gotten over your fiancee's betrayal
As Nana walked towards the door to open it for her boss. Omolade tiredly rested her back on the pillow when the voice made her realized what she was unknowingly doing.