“Hi,” the woman finally said.

“Hey,” I responded, casually.

“You’re beautiful,” she complimented.

I knew that I was many things, but beautiful was not one of them. So I asked myself why she did not choose gorgeous, intoxicating, or whatever those other words were, just not BEAUTIFUL.

“Thanks. You’re stunning,” I finally responded with a smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

“You’re like an angel. There is something about your eyes,” she blurted out.

“Ah come on, Keitumetse. Are you really going to do this right now?” her butch friend said, almost in annoyance. “She is a child. A school kid.”

“Shut up, Naledi,” Keitumetse hissed, turning her head briefly to look at her friend.

“Okay. Well, do what serves you best,” the friend said, shrugging and leaning on the car.

Keitumetse then turned her head back to me. She smiled warmly, and then came closer to my friend and me. “So, does Angel eyes have a name?” she asked, smiling, and I told her my name. “You have already heard mine. I’m Keitumetse,” she added, smiling again.

She had a very cute smile that exposed two deep dimples on both of her cheeks. Her silver nose ring shone as the sun suddenly came out of hiding. She then looked up. “Clearly the heavens are smiling down at me today. Firstly, I met an angel, and then now the sun is out,” she said.

Instead of responding, I just nodded my head. Her pick-up lines were honestly very cheesy, and I also did not like it when a girl asked me out. But, somehow, her smile and the way she spoke caught my attention.

“Can I give you a ride?” she asked.

“No thanks. It’s cool,” I responded.

I did not care how good looking she was, or how friendly she seemed, I was sure as hell not going to catch a lift with a total stranger, even if the stranger had really sexy thighs and very juicy lips.

“I see, can I get your numbers then?” she asked, smiling again.

I knew I had to give her my number, so I gladly punched my numbers into her pink Samsung Galaxy S6. It was the latest version in the year 2017. I had never thought I would actually have a “sugar momma”, but things happen, and that was my get rich scheme. By the looks of it, that woman was going to spoil me rotten.

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Tell us: Do you think the narrator made the right decision by giving the woman her numbers only because she looked like she had money?