He hasn't uttered any statement since I entered this car and I haven’t said anything either .  I don’t know what to say, I don't know if I should greet him or ask him why he is here. I look at his face with the corner of my eyes and I see that his eyes are focused on my face. He is looking at me like he is observing me or probably checking me out. His eyes shift to my hand and I use the opportunity to take a proper look at his face. His black hair is thick, curly and coiffed to perfection.  His eyes have the same startling clarity that is close as a mountain stream,  and the lineament of his face are in perfect proportion to each other.  He has full pink lips and a deep chin dimple. My focus moves down his white armless T-shirt to his arm that are covered in tattoos; not an inch of untouched skin is seen. He is tall and lean, just like the model that he is. Perfection is the best word to describe his handsomeness. I find myself staring at him in an impolite way and I can't seem to look away. Our eyes lock and I look at the other side immediately. I feel embarrassed and I hope he doesn’t see me staring at him.

  5minutes later, we still haven’t said anything to each other. The silence is killing me,  I want him to at least say something, anything. The way he looks at me makes me feel nervous; like he is observing me or checking me out.  After so many attempts to say something, I finally summoned the courage, 

       "why are you here"? I ask, but he doesn't answer me, his eyes are focus on my hand. He is looking at it with no emotion so I can’t say what he is thinking. He  holds my hand suddenly but carefully and I cringe at his touch. 

      " How is it? I hope it's not as painful as it was yesterday". He asks. It is so sudden that  I almost don't know what he is talking about. The shock of him holding my hand has made me forget I had a bandage in my hand. I look down at my hand and I answer him,

        " Oh,  it's fine now. Thanks."   He lets my hand go and I feel a little bit of relief. 

         "Why are you inside school?"  I reframe my question in case he doesn't get what I meant before. I have so many questions in my head right now that need his answer but I can't bring myself to ask him. I am so confused and curious to know why he is here.

          " Am I not allowed to enter school"? He asks jokingly with a slight smile on his face and that confuses  me more. He didn't only hold my hand, he is joking and smiling with me. What on earth is going on?.

            "No, no, that's not what I mean,  it's just that I don't expect to see you here and it is  unusual to see a public figure randomly inside school like this." I say. I don’t know if my nervousness is hidden or maybe he notices it.

         "Well, that's true. But me coming here is not unusual because I come here almost every day. This is my school too". He says and his lips curve to smile again. 

          "Really"? I ask surprisingly. That must be a joke. How come I don't know. Well, I know  I am outdated,  but How come no one tells me. I am sure Yemi knows because he knows  a lot about celebrities and he seems to like Fresho a lot too but why didn't she tell me?

         "Are you really my big fan? You don't know I am a student of KFU when it is all over the internet.  Hun? it breaks my heart.” He says and he jokingly holds his chest like he feels the pain in there. The way he acts to make the joke funny cracks me up and I don't know when I burst into a howling laughter. I laugh out loud that I forgot where I am and he laughs too.

            "What department"? I ask.

        "Department of Fine and applied art .“He   answers. 

“ Why art? Why not music? I ask curiously.

“I have liked KFU since I was in secondary school because of my sister,  she is an alumni now. Unfortunately they don’t do music because it is a technology school, So, I choose art because drawing is my hobby.” Fresho says and I nod in understanding.

      We have been talking and laughing for almost 30mins now. He is so sweet and funny. I can’t believe I am this  comfortable talking to him, but he makes it so easy for me anyway.  I am so lost in his joke that I forget I am going to the department to see my advisor.

        "I will be on my way now, I want to see my advisor in the department and I have lectures soon. I can see you are busy too, your phone has been ringing since." I say.

        "Yes, but it can wait". he answers simply and I nod, Even though I don't understand what he meant

       He   gives me  his phone and he asks me to type my number in it. I collect it and I type it.

        "We can be friends right"? He asks and I blink my eyes twice. I know God sees the mind and he answers prayers but this is too fast and surreal.  If this is actually a dream, I don't want to wake up now. Fresho asking me to be his friend is so  unbelievable and whatever word I want to use for it.

        " Of course",  I fumble the word out and he smiles.

         I know I am happy right now because my fantasies are becoming reality while there are so many unanswered questions that still remain unanswered. I want to ask him why he wants my number? Why on earth does he want me to be his friend? Because It doesn't make any sense to me. Why me? He is a rich, handsome superstar. I'm sure he has a queue of ladies craving his attention. Ladies that are more beautiful, richer  and more social than I am but why me? So many things are going through my mind alongside the unlimited happiness that I am feeling right now.  I say goodbye to him and I step out of the car. 

When I get to the department, I sit on the chair that was placed outside for students 'relaxation, to calm and clear my mind. I later knock on the door and my advisor asks me to enter. I greet him and he tells me to wait for him or come back later because he is busy at the moment. I left his office with the mindset of coming back later because I have a lecture to attend now. On my way out, my phone vibrates and I bring it out from my bag to check the message. The number on the screen is a strange number. I open the message and the sender is Fresho.

Hello

Did you meet your advisor?

What time will you go home? Can I come and pick you?

Fresho.

I don't even know what to type because my heart is beating rapidly. Pick me? To where? Why? Before I can think of what to reply to him with, my phone rings and it is him. My hand trembles and I mistakenly pick it at the first ring. 

"Hello, Did you meet your advisor?" He asks. This is too good to be real. What is going on.

"Yea, but he asked me to come back." I answer sharply.

" You are going for a lecture now, right? He asks.

"Yes."

"Can I.....um...I mean, can I come and pick you up when you are done? You can just call me when you are done." He stutters.

"No"! I say without thinking.

" I mean why?" I correct myself after I realize what I just said. I don't even know why I asked him but I don't think this is right. This is too good to be true and I am beginning to get scared.

"You agree to be my friend, remember? Or are you going somewhere after class?” He asks. Yes, I remember but this is too extreme. He texted me and before I could read and digested the message his call came through. What's going on?

" No, I am going straight to my hostel but you don't need to come." I say. 

"Why?" He asks. Oh God, why is he asking me so many questions?

" Nothing,...I..I just don't want you to...as in ... disturb yourself, since my hostel is not far. You know. " I stutter.