Change At The Cafeteria.

It’s like looking at the sun. The first time you see her. So you turn away, averting your gaze and maybe look at the assortment of blended drinks in the coca cola fridge next to the service window. But you have a different thirst now, one different juices will quench.
You want to talk to her. Perhaps get to see her eyes behind those glasses she wears. You also smell her perfume. It doesn’t sting you like your roommate’s, he should never have discovered cologne. She knows the right amount to wear. Her outfit too, sheesh! She has on a scarlet dress, black high heels and a floral chiffon scarf. Her hair is let down a and part of it gracefully sways with the breeze from the window by the right.
By this time it is too awkward to keep looking at her, what if she turns or even worse what if your roommate turns. You’d never hear the end of it. He’s the kind of person you won’t let toast at your wedding, your in laws might raise the bride price again. So you step in after she makes her order and make yours. You always make sure Maina at the counter won’t need to look for change. Today though, rent money came in and you have the new five hundred.
Maina saw you ogling though. He likes you because you always have the exact amount. This time he does you a solid by merging your change and hers. Ball’s now on your court.
“How should we do this, Mpesa or we go later today and get ice cream at Jamo’s place?”
“I’m guessing you’ll need my number then”
“Mpesa it is”
“No dummy, for later on at Jamo’s”
“You can call me Allan”
“You better call”

It's a trip! I'm an undergrad student of B. Sc. Geomatic Engineering and Geospatial Information Systems at Jomo Kenyatta University of Agriculture and Technology.

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