"What?! Her friend?” I scream in my head shockingly.

       Confusion jumps on  my already jumbled thoughts, I can’t believe what I am seeing and hearing . So the first man that stole my heart without my consent is my friend's friend? No wonder she usually laughs every time I talk about how much I like Fresho  in her presence. I don’t even expect her  to know  him, talk less of being close to him. So this is why she doesn’t want me to miss this party.  Confusion is quickly replaced by lots of happiness and gratefulness. I am happy because I finally meet him, I finally meet the man that opened my heart, the man that has been giving me sleepless nights for the past a month. And I am grateful to Sade for making it possible, for fulfilling my heart's desire.

Fresho stretches his hand to shake me and my heart almost jumps out of my body. It is like the whole world stops the moment his hand stretches to me.

           " Nice to meet you". He says while looking straight into my eyes and I almost burst into tears, tears of joy.

      I shake his hand and I smile. “same here.” I say.

After 30 seconds or so, that looks like 30hrs,  he looks down at his hand and I remember I haven't let his hand go. I let go of his hand immediately.

          " I’m sorry" I fumble the word out of my mouth.

        He smiles and says, "I have heard a lot about you"

           "Yes,  I am a big fan of yours." I say with a slight emotion.

          Despite the fact that music is playing,  I can't hear anything except the voice of excitement in my head, and my mind that is congratulating me,  jumping and dancing at the same time.   I don't even see the emotions that Yemi displays but I am sure it can't be the normal one. Sade drags Fresho away after the introduction and we sit on our seats.

        I don't know what I should do,  I feel like I can't breathe in the hall anymore. Maybe because I didn't show the actual emotion I felt at that moment  to him. I wanted to jump on him, scream, hug him tightly and tell him how much he had occupied my heart for the past one month, but the foolish ego inside me won't let me. It is really painful and I want to scold and beat myself, but unfortunately I can't do that here. 

         "I am going to get some fresh air outside," I say to Yemi, she nods and I walk out of the hall.  I see a restroom on my way and I walk in there. “I need privacy.” I say to myself as I walk in to the restroom. I look into the mirror and I see that I am sweating. I dip my hand in my bag to bring out a handkerchief. I notice that my hands are shaking and my heart is beating  rapidly. I breathe in and out deeply to calm myself.

  This guy has more effect on me than I thought. I use the handkerchief to wipe the sweat gently, so that it won't ruin my light makeup. I regret not putting on heavy makeup. The thought of maybe he can find me attractive if I put on makeup comes to my mind and I scream at myself to wake me from daydreaming.  I know I am a beautiful lady but many people are beautiful here as well. And as a handsome superstar, I am sure he has so many ladies at his disposal. There is no way he will find me attractive, No fucking way. I should not be greedy, I should be grateful that I am able to meet him. Not only that, I have the opportunity to get close to him, I even shook his hand. It was indeed a great privilege.

        Even if he finds me beautiful and attractive, can I date him? Will my religion allow me to? The answer is simply no. A singer that has tattoos on almost all his body. I know I am being judgmental but I can't help it. I need to talk sense to myself. I think I have lost my home training since the day I heard his voice. The way I behaved when I met him earlier was so embarrassing. I am not like that. I don't shake men, talk less of holding on to their hand like that. The way he looked down on his hand when I didn't let him go pop into my brain and I beat the mirror's table.

        I remember the promise I made to myself that if I am opportune to shake his hand, I won't use the hand to shake anyone for three days. I start cracking my brain, thinking how I am going to make it happen. One stupid idea enters my head and at the moment it makes sense to me. I embrace the idea and I dash out of the restroom. I enter the pharmacy beside it. I buy a bandage and balm and I go back to the restroom. I apply the balm and I wrap the bandage on my hand, like I have an injury.