atoms&void

You both met on a Friday. Technically, it was on a Wednesday, but since you classified to meet someone and to see someone as two different terms in that, to see someone for the first time meant to notice them; their soft eyes and cherubic dimpled smile. Whereas meeting someone for the first time was to have a conversation with them and discover odd things that you both share in common (e.g., that their phone had also fallen in the loo just as yours had) and information you had no idea what to do with, (e.g., that they had lived in Lagos State for two years, Port-Harcort for five and, Ekiti for two) and have them tell you compliments that made you swoon (e.g., is this your natural hair? It’s so beautiful.) So, basically, you both met on a Friday. It was at the only branch office of the telecommunication providers that you used in your town. In the tiny ice-cold office of that grim Friday morning, while he retrieved your lost phone number, took your passport, and scanned your fingerprint...