76: Their first kiss

SCARLETT

Believe it or not, Micheal had grown on me of late, and with my mother’s nudges, I’d gone on two more dates with him after the Museum.

Both our third and fourth dates were at a beautiful serene beach house in the outskirts of town and we’d gone twice because I wanted to exhaust all the activities and Micheal was happy to fuel my fantasies.

Tonight, we were driving to our fifth date and I’d successfully converted him to afrobeats so we were humming along to Burna Boy’s ‘Rollercoaster’.

“I feel like a new man around you,” he chuckled as the song faded and the beat of another subtly began.

“What? Because I saved you from soulless jazz music and showed you the light?” I joked comfortably and he threw his head back.

“Yes, Scarlett, that's precisely why,” the serious edge in his voice suggested otherwise but I sucked at mushy talk so I played along.

“Anytime, sweetheart. I’ll be here to lead you back to musical salvation if you ever backslide,” I said in a sweet sing-song voice and