After eating our lunch, I tell my friends that I’ll spend the rest of what’s remaining of our lunch break with my girl. They leave for class. I spot Noluthando sitting alone by the balcony. She’s staring at the book she has in her hands.

I stand behind her, pressing on her back gently, her waist slightly, then whisper, “How are you this perfect?”

She doesn’t turn, she keeps her back to me. “How do you know I am perfect?” she asks, dropping the book.

“Well, beautiful long legs, killer body,” I compliment, running my hand down her thighs. She turns to see who it is.

“It’s you!” she says, pushing me. I shrug.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know that.” I roll my eyes.

“You’re so arrogant. How could you touch me like that?” she lashes out.

“I didn’t hear nor feel you trying to stop me.” I tell her. She goes quiet. “So, what’s good?” I ask, grabbing her loose tunic belt.

“Nothing. So what? You think you can charm me?” She grabs her tunic belt back.

I shrug. “I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced.” I stretch my hand.

“I know who you are,” she says, ignoring my hand.

“So? Can I get your name?” I ask.

“No.” She turns her back on me. One of her friends comes running to us.

“Nolu!” she shouts, stops mid-track and turns. “Oh, I didn’t know you had company.” She turns to leave.

“Is that your name? Nolu?” I ask, grabbing her from behind again.

“What’s it to you?” She turns. We’re close to each other, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Noluthando?” I ask again.

She nods. “Now you know. Take your stupid ass and leave me to myself.” She pushes me.

“You’re so depressed.” I smirk.

“I’m not!” she shouts.

“You are. You’re so lonely. Let me pull you out of your misery,” I tease.

“I said leave!” She clicks her tongue.

“Leaving a depressed woman by the balcony doesn’t seem wise to me,” I challenge her.

“I’m not depressed! But, fine, since you don’t want to leave, I’ll go, you stay.” She walks away.

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