“Let’s meet again.” She brightly said as she packed up her notebook and pens. She looked at him and grinned. She held out her hand. “Give me your phone.”

“My phone?” August asked and she nodded. He took it out of his pocket, opened it and then handed it to her.

She handed the phone back to him, “There,” she still smiled. “That’s my number.”

August’s heart jumped to his throat. He stared at her, unable to form a proper sentence.

“Don’t worry, I won’t find you weird if you save it as Ses’ Lomdzala.” She looked at him, noticing how tongue-tied he was. “Bye then.” She slightly bowed her head and then left the tongue-tied boy.

That is how their fated date had ended. She left him with a promise to meet again, and like the idiot he was, he trusted her.

He wasn’t angry…

He was. He was angry at her for making him believe that there was something between them. He huffed for the umpteenth time as he stomped out of his room to refill his water bottle.

He called her at least ninety-seven times in the past two days. He might have been counting…

He looked at his phone again, still no call backs. He pouted and then put it on the counter as he went to the fridge. When he got back, he noticed the blinking green light on the corner of his phone. A message?

He was quick to pick it up. It was a message from her. Finally!

An address.

“What’s that?” Rob asked as he passed behind him. August instinctively hid the screen from him. “Is it that girl you’ve been worrying about? Is that her address?”

“N-no!”

“Sure,” Rob, sat on the counter chair and looked at him. “Don’t go.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” Rob looked into his roommate's eyes, seeing just how vulnerable he was, “she ghosted you for two days after you coincidentally met at a café.”

“What do you mean?” August noticed how Rob stressed the coincidentally.

Rob sighed. “Don’t trust her. She’s not like you. She could be using you for all we know.”

“She’s not like that.”

“You don’t know her,” Rob stood up and looked at him for the last time.

“No. I do.”

“August,” he held onto August’s shoulders, “remember who you are. This girl feels untrustworthy.”

After a few more words exchanged, August still left to go to the address. He wanted to trust his instincts for once. He believed it in his heart that Kholwa was a good person. Her smile was too big and bright for her to be a fraud.

He had on a beanie and a large oversized hoodie. Yes, it was a bit chilly, but it was also a great disguise. With his hands in his hoodie pockets, he looked at the name of the building that he was standing in front of, Flats on Main. He told the security guard who he was there for, and shockingly he was allowed in. He was directed to a flat 2C, on the second floor.

The door had a small peephole, which was the first thing he noticed. He knocked while wondering if whoever will answer will peep at him first.

He glanced around, wondering if Kholwa really wasn’t to be trusted. She seemed trustworthy to him. He tapped his foot as he waited, his mind going back to the song he was listening to on his way there.

The door finally opened and he could breathe easily again. Until he realised that Mzamo was the one standing behind the door and not at all Kholwa.