Break from drama

The Star (Kenya) - - Sasa You - BY SA­MAN­THA /@NbiSa­man­tha

This is nice. I’m re­ally en­joy­ing my­self. Noth­ing grandiose hap­pen­ing, I’m just hang­ing out with a guy and be­ing… nor­mal.

I haven’t done this in a while. My black­mail­ing schemes have, un­for­tu­nately, kept me on my toes; my guard con­stantly up be­cause, well, that type of life is any­thing but nor­mal. But this af­ter­noon, just once, I get to sit with Eric and for­get briefly all the mad­ness that has be­come my life. I ran into him out­side my bank af­ter dash­ing there to de­posit the cheques the VIP had given me. He sug­gested lunch, so here we are. We have or­dered chicken and are trad­ing work sto­ries as we await our meal. Eric is hi­lar­i­ous and has me laugh­ing in min­utes.

“So the other day, these pas­sen­gers are sup­pos­edly asleep on a long-haul flight, but as one of the flight at­ten­dants passes by, she no­tices the fe­male pas­sen­ger is ly­ing on the guy’s lap and has cov­ered her head with a blan­ket,” he tells me. “The man is try­ing to look like he’s asleep but from his ex­pres­sion, there is clearly some­thing go­ing on.” “Oh dear! Were they…?” I ask. He nods. “There was some rhyth­mic move­ment of her head, some things can­not be dis­guised.”

“Wow! Re­ally! On a plane? Blow­ing the trum­pet and mak­ing all sorts of mu­sic?” I ask.

“It’s strange, ev­ery­one tries to do these crazy acts on a plane and thinks no one will no­tice but we al­ways do!” Eric says, grin­ning.

“So? What hap­pened?” I ask. “Did the flight at­ten­dant in­ter­fere?”

“No, she let it slide, but when the lady tried to hand her the blan­ket a few min­utes be­fore land­ing, the flight at­ten­dant told her she should keep it for her next flight.”

“Ha ha! Se­ri­ously? That’s throw­ing some se­ri­ous shade.” I say.

“Yes, she looked quite em­bar­rassed. Es­pe­cially be­cause the at­ten­dants col­lected ev­ery­one else’s blan­kets,” he adds. “And the guy?” I ask. “Ap­par­ently he just had some sheep­ish ex­pres­sion on his face,” he an­swered.

“It must be so in­ter­est­ing, the life of a pi­lot,” I say.

“Not re­ally. The flight at­ten­dants tell us the sto­ries. We can’t re­ally catch all these in­ter­est­ing things hap­pen­ing when we are stuck in the cock­pit,” he says wryly.

“In­ter­est­ing choice of words un­der the cir­cum­stances — cock­pit,” I re­spond with a grin.

“Ha ha ha,” Eric laughs out loud and looks gen­uinely amused. “You naughty girl! You al­ways did have a won­der­ful sense of hu­mour,” he says.

I smile. Eric and I have such an easy ca­ma­raderie. I’m re­ally glad I bumped into him.

“I want to see you more of­ten,” he says. “When can we have din­ner?” he asks.

I shift in my chair and look at him over the rim of my glass of sparkling wa­ter and lemon. As nice as this is, I’m not sure this is the best time to get dis­tracted. I have to fin­ish the jour­ney I’ve started with GG and The Prude. I also have to ter­mi­nate my preg­nancy at some point.

“I’m pretty busy at the mo­ment. There’s some­thing we’re work­ing on at work,” I say. “But I prom­ise to let you know once things ease up.”

He arches a sar­donic brow. “If I didn’t know bet­ter, I’d think you were blow­ing me off,” he says. “As if!” I re­spond. The food fi­nally comes, just in time to save me from say­ing more.

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