"Are you going to let me in or not?" Pierre frowns, looking a bit stiff with his eyes away from the fact of the embarrassed Ama.
"Erhm...Pierre, why...Why are you here?" She asked, resisting letting him in.
"Uhm...Uhm...I came to Dijon for a business meeting concerning a patient actually" He looks embarrassed as ever.
' His eyes twitched. This means he's lying.' Ama thought but avoided it.
"Oh, I see!" Ama looks down at her feet shyly.
"How are you feeling?" He added.
"Eh?" Ama looks up at his face for him asking such questions, but immediately, she looks away shyly.
It has been a long time since I set my eyes on Pierre; seeing him right here, in front of me, gives me the dying eccentric feelings. He looks more handsome than ever. I wonder how that sly cat woman feels after batching me through the damn phone. Oh wait, or is it because I'm black? An African? Or because I'm from Nigeria to be forward?