I had been toying with idea of calling Diana for a week now. As I sat on this desk designing a magazine, I couldn’t get her off my mind. I removed the note that I had neatly tucked inside my wallet and placed it on my desk. I closed my eyes and her memories flooded my mind; her smile, her figure, her daring flirty moves. I could not hold it any longer. I picked the landline to call her. Half way, I stopped. No I can’t call her yet, as I put the phone down and walked to the dispenser and poured myself the fourth cup of coffee.
I checked her profile again on Linkedin, Damn! This girl is beautiful and brilliant too. “I must go see her now”, I resolved, as I switched off my desktop and stood up to leave. “Guys, am off. Have a few things to take care this afternoon”, I said to my colleagues as I prepared to leave.
Though I knew the building that her office was located, I had not been inside before. I took a lift to third floor stepped out and turned right. There was a big Signage of her company’s name on the Frosted glass partition. I took a deep breath, straightened my court and walked into the reception. It was warm and immaculately furnished. There was a warm friendly young receptionist with a big smile huge glasses and Afro-kinky hair. “Hey welcome, how can I help you?” “ Hey, I want to see Diana.” “Do you have an appointment” “not really”. “Ok. Hold on”, as she picked a phone to call. My heart pounded heavily. I could hear it beat against my shirt. “Her office is on furthest end of this corridor on your right.” She showed pointing in the direction. “Thank you” “welcome” as I walked in. It was well maintained office with a mohair carpet running down the corridor.
I got to her door. There was black door label with golden engraves reading; DIANA MALOBA –EDITOR. I took another big breath and knocked. “Come in”, I heard from inside. Her voice sounded mellow. I opened the door slightly and saw her. She opened her eyes and cupped her mouth.