The Date 2

Tamarakie's eyes swept the café as she stepped in, her movements fluid and deliberate. Her long braids were tied neatly behind her back, their dark strands shimmering under the soft lights. Her caramel skin glowed faintly, catching the warmth of the evening sun that streamed through the windows. She exuded an air of effortless grace, her posture upright, her gaze steady as she scanned the room.

When her eyes landed on Ebilade, her lips curved into a faint smile, hesitant yet warm, as if testing the waters of this new but familiar territory. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder, her other hand brushing the hem of her dress—a casual gesture, but one that betrayed the faint flutter of nerves she felt.

Ebilade rose as she approached, his movements unhurried but purposeful. His smile widened, crinkling the corners of his eyes with genuine warmth. For a brief moment, his usual cool composure softened, replaced by something gentler, almost boyish.