Tick-tock. The big clock on the wall got louder to her ears. She was trying clothes on and off again, looking for something fresh.

“You must drive him mad chomi,” ordered Lerato as they juggled fashion around.

It was time to go. Tshepo was waiting outside and she was still undressed. Tshepo wrote a text message letting them to know that he was there. Lerato replied to ask for few more minutes.

Five minutes passed and now was about to pass another five. He called, but the voice mail answered on her behalf.

“Eish, your man doesn’t know how to be patient yong!” said Lerato irritated by him calling after every second.

You can’t rush perfection. He received a text.

He was starting to panic but that text message was enough to restore his patience.

“That’s why I don’t date school kids. They always keep you waiting. You wait for them to sneak out the house, you wait for them to think about whether or not they want to go out with you. And you might as well wait for them to be ready for sex,” said Thabo bored with the waiting.

“You can’t rush perfection,” he quoted from what was written to him. “At long last.” Said Tshepo sighing heavily with relief as he spotted the girls.

There they were, out from an old junkie looking flat. They stood in the middle of a dangerously looking walk way. There were a lot of cars packed out of the building. There wasn’t a white quantum with words SARAFINA on the wind shield. That’s what Lerato was looking for. Thuli’s mysterious SARAFINA taxi.

They looked closely for it, but it was not there. A car door opened, out came a guy in black sun glasses, a white muscle hugger vest, and white permanent presser trousers and newly bought white All Star tekkies. He approached the two vulnerable girls. They looked sexy and appealing to the eye.

He dropped the grasses a bit from his eyes. It was Tshepo.

“Good evening ladies, pardon me to disturb you. I think you are looking for me?” He said.

Thuli was blushing, smiling from ear to ear. She was out of words. To her rescue came Lerato.

“If you are here for Thuli, then yes.” Lerato said.

“I’m Tshepo, please call me Cheese Boy,” he introduced himself to Lerato and kissed her hand like a gentleman. He went to Thuli and he hugged her tightly and he kissed her on the cheek.

“We’ve got a spring bash to get to guys. Talk while we spin the wheels!” screamed Thabo from the open window of the back seat of a Volkswagen Scirocco.

“Ladies, this is my friend Thabo. I invited him so your friend wouldn’t feel like a third wheel.” Tshepo introduced Thabo.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Thabo interrupted him. “I don’t want to be where I am not wanted,” he said looking at the ever beautiful dark Lerato.

This was Tshepo’s best friend. It didn’t take you a minute to know him. This was because he never stopped talking.

“We don’t mind,” assured Lerato. “Do we choma?” she said trying to get Thuli to say something, but she had been quiet ever since they got in the car. “Halo!” was the only thing she said to Thabo.

She shook her head to answer. Then Tshepo continued whispering sweet words to her in a soft voice. He made her giggle, making the others wonder what were they whispering about.

In the back seat where Thabo and Lerato were. Things were not going according to plan. The plan was for him to get Lerato, but it wasn’t happening at the moment. She was being too bubbly for him to say a single full sentence.

“Are you drunk?” asked Thabo, astonished at how much talking energy this girl had.

The car stopped. They had reached their destination. It was packed, with everyone dressed in white. It was an All-White spring bash.

“No! I’m not,” she replied stepping out to the loud noises of the crowd cheering the DJ, and the music.

“She must be high then,” Thabo whispered hanging over between the front seats. Then he jumped out to join the party. Tshepo and Thuli were left in the car.

“You are so beautiful, Thuli.” Tshepo said. “Even more so now than earlier. It’s like you transformed,” he continued with his left hand gently twisting her naturally pure black and long hair. She had make up on this time. That’s what made Tshepo unable to keep quiet about how beautiful she was.

She looked down, too shy to look at him in the eyes. He lifted her face with his index finger on her chin. “Please, look at me,” he said.

She did.

“Look at your eyes, so innocent and sweet, just like an angel’s,” he praised them.

“Thanks, Cheese Boy. You are handsome yourself,” she said fluttering.

“Thuli, believe me when I say you make my heart skip a beat. After today, my life turned a corner. I finally found someone I have been looking for all my life.”

He was interrupted by the knock on the driver’s window. It was Thabo.

“No, guys no. You can do the lovey dovey stuff later. We are here to party, Cheese Boy, man please, he complained from a few centimeter gap of the opened window.

“Okay, will be there just now,” Tshepo promised. Then Thabo ran off disappearing into the dancing crowd.

Tshepo was left trying to trace back his words, but he had said enough to convince Thuli.

“Err… err…” he stammered.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is…” his flow of words now had cracks since Thabo disturbed him.

“Thuli, I love you, with all my heart.” He said finally.

Silence got louder, very loud. People were heard laughing, chatting and some cheering from out there. Now it was like they were in the car with them.

“I love you too. Tshepo.” She broke that silence down with her angelic voice.

He sighed loudly, his tension was eased, but before they could seal the deal with a kiss. Thabo opened the door. She pulled away from him.

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