I went to bed with a running mind, and woke up to a running mind.

Fareedah had offered me her visitors bedroom. The interior was gloss white, like the rest of the house. Almost everything was white, I began to presume it was her best color. The sheets, white as well. Honestly, it was a nice touch and had a cool feel to it also. But, I couldn't still help the question that was bugging my mind. Wasn't she trusting me too quickly? Wasn't she believing me, quite too easily. Wasn't bringing me to her house, when she had only known me for a couple of days, quite dangerous? Was that how she treated people? Isn't it a risk?

I had woken up around five in the morning, it was like my default and usual time to wake up. It started when I was in high school, I used to wake up so early, mostly to read. But then it became kind of a habit. I mumbled some words of prayer before I then left the room, cocooning myself with the white duvet that I had met on the bed.

Fareedah hadn't woken up, so I sat in her sitting room, operating my phone. Trying to read a novel. But, I ended up not being able to, as I ended up imagining scenarios and asking questions.

It wasn't until seven before Fareedah lazily wandered into the sitting room, almost jumping at the sight of me as she screamed. "What the!" she shouted as she backed up, before the whole situation then settled in.

"Good morning," I greeted her with a wide smile, sitting my cocooned self up. "Did you have a great sleep?"

Her lips spread into a lazy smile, making my heart swell with warmth. How can one wake up looking so pretty? I looked like I had serious fights whenever I woke up, and my hair was pulled into places, my face beat. But, she looked effortlessly pretty, first thing in the morning. "Good morning," she had replied me, "I had a nice night. You?"

I nodded. "Good."

She nodded as she came to sit on the couch also. "What time is your class today?" she asked me as she turned on her speaker, playing Avicii's 'Wake Me Up'.

"Twelve in the afternoon. You listen to Avicii?" I excitedly asked, changing the topic and sitting more upright with a wider smile.

She smiled, nodding. "Yes. I do enjoy his music," she replied, smiling widely, almost beaming.

I was beaming. "Oh my. Yes. Which other DJ do you listen to?" I asked excitedly, almost moving up and down on the chair.

She laughed. "I just listen to a lot of Electronic music, I don't really know a lot of Artiste."

I smiled. "I could recommend for you," I told her, beginning to list without her asking. "Martin Garrix, Marshmallow, Alan Walker, Kygo, David Gue..." I trailed, feeling like I was talking too much. I was excited, too excited that we both had something in common, so I was talking way too much.

She chuckled. "Don't stop please, it's so nice to see you talk so passionately about something," she commented, making me blush and look away.

"Thank you," I muttered, trying desperately not to embarrass myself

"When are you living for class?" she soon asked as she got up from the couch, walking towards a door, while I stared at her behind. Body behind, not buttocks, argh.

I shrugged. "Around 10. So, I could go change and then make it quick to class."

She nodded. "Can you drive?" she asked as she opened the door, revealing a white marble tiled kitchen, with marble purple island and cooking table. It was the second color I was seeing in the entire house.

I shook my head, frowning a bit. "No, why?"

She shrugged as she opened her fridge and pulled out an orange juice, filling two cups. "Wanted to lend you my car," she said so freely as she walked back into the sitting room, handing me a cup.

The questions that had been bugging me, all came crashing back. "Don't you think you're trusting and believing me quite too quickly?" I had asked, before I could even give it second thoughts.

She chuckled as she sat down, adjusting herself to her satisfaction. "That's my flaw," she said as she sipped from her cup. "I trust people way too easily. That is why I put up such a strong wall and avoid talking to people at all. Because, one nice thing and I already want to do the world for a person." She sighed. "In short, it's easy to get me."

I felt my heart crumble into pieces. The fact that she thought that was a flaw, only made it crumble the more. "I don't think it is a flaw," I muttered, but loud enough for her to hear me.

She chuckled as she stood and asked, "What would you like for breakfast dear?"

"Whatever you're having is fine," I had replied. "We could even have a simple cereal."

"Would that be enough?" she had asked. "The delivery wouldn't take long to arrive."

My jaw almost dropped, but I quickly composed myself as I replied, "MBA (no)." There was honestly no getting used to with how things were around her. "Don't you have foodstuffs? Is that how you eat?"

She nodded. "I haven't really been able to get my hands on a trusted maid, and also can't really start a culinary school now, due to school work." she paused then sighed. "And I don't want to ask my father for anything."

She looked so burdened, I got lost for what to do or say. So, I smiled warmly as I said, "Let's go foodstuffs shopping, sometimes ehn."

She looked down at me with a frown, which quickly changed to a smile. "Why?" she asked.

"We might as well start home culinary classes."

"But you can't be my maid, I don't-"

"And who said anything about me being your maid?"

She looked at me confused, so I chuckled and then explained. "I don't need to be your maid, to be a friend." My words kind of stung me, because I wasn't only wanting to be her friend. But also at that point in time, it was a friend thing to do. And that, put me at an ease point.

She smiled, then nodded. "That sounds fine to me."

"Let's have cereals for now," I said. "Do you have any?"

She chuckled, then nodded. "Lots," she replied. "Which do you want? Fruit and Fiber? Corn Flakes? Coco Pops?"

I laughed. "Any."

She simply nodded as she walked off, leaving me to myself and thoughts. I didn't let myself sink into any thought as I busied myself with my phone.

She soon arrived with a bowl of cereals for both of us. We sat to eat, talking of unserious things. Very random and unfocused things. Nothing about politics or her father. It seemed like the topic about her father, made her a tad uncomfortable. So, I avoided it. We also didn't talk about other people's business, because she also found that uncomfortable. "We all won't like it if someone else talks about our personal business at our backs, so it's best to not do same to others." I was honestly shocked. Most people simply looked for the slightest opportunity to talk about others, but there she was, turning it down. It made my respect for her shoot up. "I honestly do not care," she had added.

I was that girl who would listen and comment. I wanted to hear whatever gist there was, and comment on it if I did have a comment. No, I wasn't the kind of girl Fareedah was. But, I smiled and nodded as we talked about other things.

It wasn't long before the clock clocked ten in the afternoon and I had to leave. "I guess this is my cue then," I said to her as I stood up, turning off my alarm clock.

She nodded. "Lemme freshen up and then we'd leave."

"Don't worry about that, I can find my way," I quickly told her as I slipped out of the duvet and returned it back to the room, grabbing my stuff as I made to leave.

"Don't make this hard for me," she replied. "Just wait I'll be back."

Such few words, but yet such power.

I nodded, and then sat while she went to freshen up. She was soon back, dressed in grey joggers and a black oversized t-shirt. Though effortless, with her hair out in a 'fro, she looked like a million bucks I almost cried. We left.

The ride was really quiet. Not bad, simply peaceful. I bruised myself with my phone, while listening to the electronic music she was blasting through her car speakers.

It didn't take long before she drove into my hostel's compound, parking. I thanked her and got down, waving. I didn't know why, but I felt the bad feeling like I wasn't going to see her anymore. Like, she was going to run from me. But I shrugged it and walked away, fighting the strong urge to turn back and look at her, to check how she looked as I walked away. To check if she was going to miss me also.

"Ouuu, how was it?" Inoma greeted me as I walked in, causing me to check out the room. "No one dey."

I smiled as I nodded. "Fine."

She chuckled as she wiggled her brows, adjusting on her bed so I could sit on it. "Did you guys..." she had said, trailing off.

I frowned a bit, picking on on what she was about to go on about. "Do gini?"

She chuckled, as she began to dip her right index finger into a hole she had formed with her left index finger and thumb. "You know," she replied.

I smacked her arm as I replied, "Inoma."

She laughed as she itched at her arm. "But it was only a question naw. Was it good?"

"kpuchie ọnụ (shut up)."

She laughed.

"We didn't," I replied to her. "She is like a normal girl jare," I had told her. "She probably doesn't even know I harbor such things for her."

"And what? You're not normal?" Inoma had asked with a frown, causing me to shake my head.

"I didn't mean it that way. I just meant that she probably doesn't have such thoughts."

Inoma nodded as she replied, "I just want you to know you're normal, and let's go and prep for class."

I smiled and then nodded. Her support was everything.