Mister Vigan withdrew. He picked up a few bags of pasta from the shelves, as well as a few tins, then went to the checkout and paid for his purchases. He then left the supermarket. As for Mrs Jasmine, she took dozens of minutes to finish cleaning the floor. She went into the little cubicle that represented the toilets, then cleaned the WCs and urinals that were installed there. A little over an hour later, she had finished her morning's work. It was almost 11:30. She deposited the cleaning accessories in the small toilet room, then went outside to water the flowers on the driveway. What a surprise ! She came across Mr. Vigan waiting outside, his back to the wall. He'd just spent over an hour there, standing with his foot crossed against the wall. - What are you still doing here ? Don't tell me you've spent all this time in the hot sun ! - I wanted to give you these chocolates as a token of my gratitude. I wasn't going to stop at words, sorry. Go
Shola was behind her computer screen in the office. She was entering new data into the file for the new contract they had won earlier. She'd had quite an eventful day and was feeling a slight headache. She got up and went to their infirmary to see Siloa. Siloa was her friend at work, and at the same time, she was assisting their company's chief medical officer. They didn't have too much reason to have a health office in their place of service, but their employers wanted employees to be able to work in excellent conditions so that nothing was overlooked ; not even a slight headache or slightly more complex health problems that could affect the quality of their work. Siloa stepped out of the curtain that hid part of the room. She held her hair back in a cap and wore gloves. She had put a stethoscope around her neck and was placing a thermometer on the table. She had big but lovely eyes, and a smile graced her face. She wasn't very tall, but had a body silhouette
Sègla was standing right in front of Shola. He was wearing a dark red shirt and holding a bouquet of roses. Around his neck was a magnificent necklace reminiscent of a ship's anchor. He had neatly trimmed his hair and beard, and left some of the buttons on the top of his shirt open. He smelled pleasantly good, and even though he wasn't quite close to Shola yet, she could feel his sweet intoxicating scent from where she was. He was quite simply a ladies' man. - What are you doing here, Sègla ? I can't believe... Wait Fèmi, excuse me, I'll call you back later when I'm in front of your place. She hung up the phone, then put it back in her bag while staring at the young man in front of him. - How did you know I worked here ? Since just now, Sègla had been smiling at her. He hadn't yet answered any of her questions. - Are you going to answer me ? - Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that you're so cute when you look a bit
The sun was setting gently, painting the sky with a warm palette of colors as Olufèmi, a reserved young man, strolled slowly through the park in front of the supermarket from which he had just emerged. He was tall, handsome, and dressed in a brown sweater, well-fitted jeans, and shoes that perfectly matched his outfit. His hair was neatly coiffed, as if he had just come from the barber's. He had always been shy, preferring the company of his books to that of people. He had more friends on social media than in real life, and when it came to social networks, he simply read posts, occasionally liked them, or observed online conversations, but he had never mustered the courage to initiate a conversation with the people he saw online. He spent most of his time in his room, but on that evening, after finishing some shopping for his mother, something was about to change.As he wandered among the trees, he noticed a beautiful young girl sitting alone on a bench. Her hair shone like gold in th
Olufèmi and Olushola continued talking. They talked about many things. The discussion soon moved on to various themes. They discovered each other through their opinions. They were still at it when Olushola received a message notification. She turned on the screen of her cell phone, then smiled without revealing the content of the message to her interlocutor. As she chatted with him, she packed her belongings into her leather handbag. Olushola was dressed in a blue oval dress. She wore brown ballet flats and a bracelet bearing the initial « J ». She was a magnificent beauty, especially with the golden braids on her head. In fact, Olufèmi wondered how it was possible for her to be alone as he passed through this place. "Surely an arrangement on God's part", he said to himself. "I'm sorry, but I have to get back. It's getting late." Said the girl, looking a little disappointed. "Oh, I haven't seen the time. Sorry." Olufèmi pressed his connected watch and he'd just re
"Knock knock knock, I'm home !" chirped Olushola into the apartment she'd just entered. She stepped through the large carved oak doors of her family home, a stately manor nestled in the heart of a large estate. Inside, the entrance hall opened onto a grandiose space adorned with gold-veined white marble, reflecting the light from the crystal chandeliers that hung majestically from the vaulted ceiling. Imposing, finely sculpted columns supported the second-floor balcony, adding a touch of grandeur to the whole. Luxurious Persian rugs covered the floor, and on either side, large wooden doors led to the different rooms of the house. Footsteps echoed up the marble staircases, each step adorned with a delicate motif. The banisters were made of finely wrought iron, with floral motifs and elegant scrolls. The subdued light from the chandeliers diffused a warm glow over the first-floor landing. As Olushola walked down a corridor, the soft sound of her footst
A few days had passed since that memorable evening, and Fèmi and Shola had found the way to bump into each other on several occasions, as well as spending long hours chatting behind the screen of their telephones. Shola was an inexhaustible source of inspiration for Olufèmi. She had a passion for art and encouraged him to explore his own creativity, something he had never really done before. Under her influence, Fèmi began sketching and painting small canvases, discovering a new world of expression. His life was no longer summed up in watching manga, films and series all day long. He now spent time researching and learning about art and creativity. At first, he did this more to please Shola, but as time went by, he became really interested and used every day to learn new things about art. Shola, for her part, had also begun to immerse herself in the imaginary world of reading, and she also took advantage of breaks at work to watch a few episodes of manga. Until a few
A few minutes later, he finished what he had to do, took his leave of his mother and went to his room. He quickly read the messages Shola had left him, then threw himself on his bed to better enjoy the discussion. He took a deep breath before deciding to call her instead of continuing with the messages. "Hello naughty witch, are you asleep yet ?" Shola laughed on the other end of the line in a rather tired voice. "No, I'm not. I'm facing a job that's tiring me out right now. I'm exhausted, but I'm keeping my spirits up for now." "If you need a good coffee, let me know and I'll make you an expresso !" Said Fèmi, clearing his throat. He texted Shola a teacup emoji. "Fèmi, if you ever see me, you'd better run." Both laughed. "You know, Shola, there's a modern art exhibition opening in two days at a gallery in town. I was wondering if you'd like to go together ? I thought it would be a nice opportunity to spend some time together and appreciate art. Es