Wilson

Even though I am breaking down at the moment, I still found a way to breathe. Jack has gotten me in a lot of trouble since I was born, but this might just be the height.

My phone buzzed on my lamp stand and I found myself running to pick it up.

"Wilson, how far?" Jack amused voice came through the phone, making me angrier.

"How far? How can you ask me how far when you just told me I have a date" my voice came out louder than expected. I wasn't one to act out my anger, to act out any feeling for that matter. But when it came to Jack and his crazy plans to hook me up with girls, I tend to lose my cool.

This is not the first or either the second time Jack has interfered in my love life, all the name of  helping my career. My teenage years were the worse because of this match making prowess.

I squeezed my eye shut to keep my angry self at bay. The line had gone cold, I hope he didn't drop the call on me.

"Jack, are you there?" I asked calmly.

"Are you done shouting like a mad man" jack replied. I could see his face right now in my imagination. He must be having a hell of a good time, while I am here, sweating.

"I was not shouting Jack" I tried to remain calm. I took in deep breadths and sat on the arm chair opposite my bed.

"You were, my friend. Why do you always get angry, only when a girl is in the picture?" jack asked, I could feel him laughing. It was his thing to tease the hell out of me, but it's cool.

Somewhere inside me I missed it. I missed him. When he left for the states, I was lonely as hell. I craved for that tease but found none. I smiled at the thought that I was glad he was back.

"Jack, I lose my cool because I don't want any girl in the picture" I was trying to reason with the fowl on the other side, but he replied with a huge laugh. If only I could kill through the phone.

"Well, I am back,meaning there must be a girl in the picture" he replied. I hit my forehead with my palms, seeing that there was no way he will back out of this. If the girl in question agreed to this arrangement, I couldn't stand her up.

"you say you liked her at the party right. Why don't you take this as an opportunity to speak to her, get to know her." he continued. I refused to listen to Jack sound reasonable because I know he would gain something from this whole thing.

"You are not talking, that means you agree. I will text you the address." he laughed. I wonder who let's their employee laugh so loud in their work place.

"And please brother, wear something nice" he dropped the call.

The phone stuck to my ears and refused to let go. What was I to wear to an arranged date?

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The door to the exotic restaurant as Jack called it was a little hard to open. I pulled the handle but nothing happened. I tried pushing it, that was a workout on its own. Was it me? Or was it the door?

I looked around the premises hoping to find a door man, or get the attention of any security guard. But I found none. My palms were sweating, my turtle neck top joined the train almost choking me. All these just for a freaking door. What would happen when I get to meet the lady, I would probably faint.

I have never been the one for the ladies, Jack was. And his years of trying to groom me to be like him were all wasted. I was still the same shy and clumsy Wilson.

Shame and anxiety enveloped me. Thoughts of quitting this arranged date and running back home conflicted with the thoughts of getting to know a lady, an actually lady that I liked at first sight.

I moved to the side of the door and lean backwards towards the railing there. My head lowered in shame, I folded my sleeves till it got to my elbow, my signature look.

"doors can be annoying"

I slowly lifted my head to get a look at the owner of the voice. I hoped she was as good looking as  her voice . It was her. Words stuck in my throat I could only stare, wide mouthed.

"yea, yea, very annoying" one by one the words freed themselves and came out, thankfully. I didn't want her thinking I am a snub, just like others. I had this feeling things would change.

"Hi, I am Genesis." she introduced herself offering a handshake, accompanied by that wide smile that struck my heart at the party. My legs supported my self off the railing, I accepted her hands which were chubby and tiny unlike my thin bony ones. Her bright red hair took my attention immediately, they fascinated me. I have never seen anyone pull off that look the way she does.

Her hair was a low ponytail. Contrasting with the simple black dress she had on, which revealed her well rounded figure. Completing the look with simple sliver sandals.

I looked at myself and imagined how disappointed Jack would be if he could see me now. In this outfit I was not worthy to be seen with such a beauty queen. Right now, I hated my favorite turtle neck, long sleeves grey top, with my favorite plain trousers.

Seems she noticed my awkwardness and withdrew her hands from mine.

"Can we go in, I am starving" her smile was unending, she lead the way and opened the door with ease. More shame.

She walked to a two seat table at the edge of the room, close to the window and we took our seats. It then occurred to me that I didn't introduce myself earlier.

"And I am Wilson" I said with a shy smile, that only made her giggle.

"Oh Wilson. Seems Jack was right about you" she said as she placed her sliver purse by her side.

Jack! God knows what he has said about me already. He never has anything good to say. He must have disgraced me already before I had the chance to do it myself. I was about to ask her what my brother had said...

"Welcome to Shelly's food, What can we get for you?" that was the waitress, dressed in a pink blouse coupled with black trousers.

"The usual please" Genesis ordered. The usual? Then she must be a regular customer.

"I will take what she ordered please" I add, then the lady walked away.

A few seconds passed and I found my self tapping nervously on the table, thinking of how to start another conversation with Genesis.

"At the party, I am really sorry for what happened" I started lamely. I wish I could choke on my saliva or just disappear right now.

"You have apologized a thousand times, it's okay" She replied smiling. I looked at those hands that were in my mine a few seconds ago, she was rubbing it with my thumbs. She was nervous too. I don't know why, but I felt good about that. I released my breadth and took in a deep one, trying to relax.

"What are you doing?" she was laughing and yet her face was puzzled. I bet no guy has even done this on any of her dates.

"I am trying to relax. You should try it too" I threw in and found myself laughing along with her. She took in deep breaths too. Then we stopped.

"I wanted to talk to you that night." I started again, refolding my sleeves.

"Oh really" she faked an accent. She didn't believe me.

"yes really. That was why I was too close, but my champagne was closer" we both laughed as I remembered the look in her eyes when I soiled her dress. She just stood there, looking at me not sparing a glance at her dress that I am sure cost thousands.

"Yea, it was crazy. I am glad that at least we have a second chance. Not everybody gets that" She said and smiled. She was avoiding my eyes.

"Exactly, thanks to Jack" I laughed at how feelings could changed so fast. Just a few minutes ago I wanted to kill the dude, but now I am just grateful.

"He's a good friend" she said with admiration in her eyes.

"And he is good..." I was interrupted by the waitress and the tray of food she was carrying. She set the table and left us. I didn't even blink, Genesis was  already on her food. She took in a mouth full and swallowed hard. Wiping her mouth with a tissue.

"he said you guys have been friends since childhood" she said innocently, lunching me into an Era of confusion. Why would Jack lie to her? Should I play along?.

"Yea, we are very close" I chose my words, careful not to ruin what ever lies Jack has filled this sweet girl with. With that we had a wonderful dinner, hoping for more to come.

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