Saturday came, and I slipped into my dark blue jeans and a pair of charcoal black Adidas sneakers. I also wore a black t-shirt, neatly ironed, courtesy of my lovely mom, and a black cap. I then lied and said I was going to a friend’s party.

The minute I stepped out of the taxi outside of the Mall, my heart rate increased. My phone then beeped, and it was a message from Keitumetse. “Hey honey. I see you, look on your left,” the message said.

I did as she asked and saw her car. I then walked right up to it, and she got out. I then gave her a hug, with my hands wrapping around her figure, and noticed that she had a rather nice bum. On that day, she was wearing a light blue jumpsuit and beautiful sandals. Her toenails were painted in blue, and she had neat cornrows on her head. She also smelt very good.

After a while, I pulled back from the hug and scanned her. “God, you’re hot,” I blurted out, still holding her figure.

She smiled, and her dimples showed. “Thank you. You look really fine too,” she said, and then gave me a peck on the forehead. She was taller than I was, so it was easy for her to do so. “I’m tall, and I feel so bad,” she said, pouting.

“Don’t worry. I like tall girls,” I responded, smiling at her.

She blushed after my comment, and we untangled from each other. She then opened the passenger door to her car and took out a bouquet flowers. I did not know how to react. “I know it is highly unusual for a femme to buy her butch flowers, but I wanted something to make you feel special. Besides, you smell like them,” she said after reading the doubt on my face.

“Thank you,” I responded, accepting the flowers.

“So, I kind of changed our plans,” she said.

“And?” I asked.

“Instead of us sitting in a restaurant full of people, how about we go over my place? I’ve set up a nice picnic for us there?” she responded.

“Where’s your place?” I asked.

“Dobsonville. Not very far from your school,” she responded.

I nodded in response, and we both got into the car. She then drove with her right hand while her left hand held my right hand, and she only took it away when she had to change gears. I smiled. She looked very peaceful and happy behind the wheel, but I felt bad that I had not bought her anything, but then I remembered her words.

“I won’t expect you to bend over backwards trying to please me with things you cannot afford.”

Keitumetse was different from the girls I was used to, and honestly, I must admit that, even though the flowers took me by surprise, it felt good to be spoiled for a change.

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