Five days passed.
As much as August tried not to think about her, she kept on popping into his mind, disturbing his trains of thought. Her carefree smile and the pure aura that surrounded her. He always thought about the kisses they shared.
He decided, right after the meeting with his agent, that he would go looking for her. He couldn’t think of anywhere else but the bar where they first met. Her friend worked there too, so the chances of them meeting again were very high.
He walked in, his eyes instantly meeting Mzamo’s, the man he should be wary of. Mzamo glared, making him shrink away at the intimidating look. As much as he thought he was strong, the bartender made him feel like a small insect under his gaze. He wanted nothing but to turn around and leave, but then he saw her.
She was sitting on the other side of the bar that time, focused on her notebook again. He unconsciously made his way towards her. Not noticing the angry looking Mzamo stomping towards him.
But Mzamo stopped when he realised that Kholwa had already seen him. She was shocked, but she smiled up at the man that was approaching her. He sighed, but had no other option but to turn back. She wouldn’t like him intruding any more than he needed to.
“Mr. August,” She softly smiled at him. Her smile wasn’t as big as before. “I didn’t think I’d see you again.” She closed her poetry book and stared at the man who was walking towards her. “Don’t sit.” She stopped him before he could even move the chair.
“Kholwa…” He was at a loss for words. After thinking non-stop about her for almost a week, she denied him a seat. “I thought we had a connection last time.”
Kholwa glanced behind August, at Mzamo giving her a knowing look, and then back at him. She nervously bit her bottom lip, a blush rising on her face.
“We did,” she looked at her notebook, making it easier for her to express herself, “but what happened that day was a mistake. I shouldn’t have led you on like that. I’m sorry.”
“If we had a connection, then why are you sorry? Why was spending time with me…a mistake?”
“Don’t take it personally…”
“How can I not?” August suddenly felt stupid for having missed her so much. She probably thought he was an idiot for even believing that they could be something. “Is it because I’m famous? We can make it work.”
“That’s not it,” she stood up and looked at him. “I’m just not looking to date right now. I’m not…”
“I’m sorry.” August cut her off. He bit his bottom lip, bowing his head so that he could hide the betrayal that he was feeling. “I just…” He was such an idiot. “I just…” He should have listened to Sonke and not come back for her. “I’ll leave.”
Kholwa watched him turn his back to her. She did not stop him. She couldn’t. Not when she knew how much she was going to hurt him in the end.