By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
He was in a deep blue versace suit, expensive leather shoes, luxury wristwatch, and beside him was a white porsche 918 spyder which was obviously his. The man exuded the air of true nobility. with one look, anyone could see he was born rich and had never stepped on mud.
The faint smell of the chanel perfume on his body matched with his exquisite face. Chioma surveyed the god-like beautiful man before her, wondering if one could possess such a beauty. She had thought that korean male celebrities were the most handsome in the world, but it seemed that this man was undoubtedly the most handsome man in the world.
Then, suddenly, the man's green Iphone 11 began to ring, shattering the sweet moment. She wanted to grab the mobile phone from the man and smash it on the ground. How dare the phone distract her from the beautiful scenery she was watching before her! But then, it was only a thought and could do nothing anyway. why would she smash the phone of a stranger? that would mean courting death. she was simply overwhelmed that her eyes nearly popped out.
'Thanks again', Chioma smiled awkwardly.
The man gave a slight nod. Just as he was about to hand Chioma the sheets of paper he picked up, his eyes were drawn to several words on them. Not saying a word, he handed her the papers, stepped into his porsche and drove out.
How could someone be this beautiful? He was the definition of being born with a diamond spoon, and not the silver spoon anyone could have, Chioma thought with a smile as she stared at the car until it was out of sight. She took a deep breath, stood for a second or two before turning and walked back towards the entrance of the star restaurant..
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