JUST ONE KISS

The bustling streets of Accra were alive with the usual midday rush. The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows that danced across the pavement. Among the throngs of people, Adaora Okoro walked with purpose, her heels clicking against the concrete as she navigated her way through the crowd. She had just finished an important meeting at her advertising firm, and the adrenaline was still coursing through her veins. With a promotion on the horizon, her focus had been laser-sharp, every detail meticulously planned.

But as she reached the corner of Labone Street, a gust of wind caught her off guard, sending papers flying from her hands.

"Damn it!" Adaora muttered under her breath as she scrambled to catch the documents, her carefully curated composure slipping. Just as she reached for the last sheet, another hand swooped in, catching it before it hit the ground.

"Here you go," a deep voice said, handing her the paper with a warm smile.

Adaora looked up, her breath catching in her throat. The man before her was strikingly handsome, with dark, curly hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, held a spark of kindness that instantly put her at ease. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored trousers, his style effortlessly sophisticated.

"Thank you," she replied, taking the paper from him. Their fingers brushed for a moment, sending an unexpected jolt of electricity through her.

"No problem. It's a windy day, isn't it?" he said, his smile widening.

"It is," Adaora agreed, still slightly flustered. She quickly gathered the rest of her papers, trying to regain her composure. "I appreciate your help."

"Anytime. I'm Kwame, by the way. Kwame Ansu," he introduced himself, extending his hand.

"Adaora Okoro," she responded, shaking his hand. The warmth of his touch lingered even after she let go.

"Nice to meet you, Adaora. Are you from around here?" Kwame asked, his tone casual but genuinely interested.

"Yes, I work just a few blocks away," she said, nodding towards the direction of her office. "And you?"

"I'm visiting from Kumasi for a business meeting. I'm actually a bit lost, to be honest," Kwame admitted with a chuckle.

Adaora smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Well, I could help you find your way if you'd like."

"That would be great. I'm looking for the W.E.B. Du Bois Centre."

Adaora's eyes lit up. "I know exactly where that is. It's not too far from here. I was actually heading that way myself. Why don't I walk you there?"

Kwame's smile deepened. "I would appreciate that."

As they began walking together, the conversation flowed easily. Adaora learned that Kwame was a successful entrepreneur who had recently launched a tech startup in Kumasi. He was in Accra to meet with potential investors and explore opportunities for expansion. In turn, she shared her own journey in the advertising world, her passion for creativity and storytelling evident in every word.

"So, what do you think of Accra so far?" Adaora asked as they crossed a busy intersection.

"It's vibrant, that's for sure," Kwame replied, taking in the sights and sounds around them. "There's a certain energy here that's different from Kumasi. I like it."

"I'm glad to hear that," Adaora said, her smile brightening. "There's always something happening in Accra. It can be a bit overwhelming at times, but it's never boring."

Kwame nodded in agreement. "I can see that. But I have to say, meeting you has been the highlight of my day."

Adaora felt a blush creeping up her cheeks, caught off guard by his candidness. "You're too kind," she said, laughing softly.

"It's the truth," Kwame insisted, his tone sincere.

They continued walking, the conversation shifting to lighter topics as they navigated through the city. Adaora found herself enjoying Kwame's company more than she had anticipated. There was something about him that was both intriguing and comforting, a rare combination that made her want to keep talking, to keep discovering more about him.

Before long, they arrived at the W.E.B. Du Bois Centre, the grand structure standing tall and imposing against the backdrop of the clear blue sky.

"Here we are," Adaora said, gesturing towards the entrance.

"Thank you for guiding me here," Kwame said, turning to face her. "I really appreciate it."

"It was my pleasure," Adaora replied, her heart fluttering as their eyes met.

Kwame hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Would you like to grab a coffee with me after my meeting? I'd love to continue our conversation."

Adaora's mind raced. She hadn't expected this encounter to lead to anything more, but something about Kwame made her want to say yes. Perhaps it was his genuine demeanor, or the way he made her feel at ease, as if they had known each other for much longer than the short time they had spent together.

"I'd like that," she said finally, her smile widening.

"Great," Kwame said, his own smile reflecting his happiness. "I'll call you when I'm done?"

"Sure," Adaora replied, taking out a business card from her bag and handing it to him. "Here's my number."

Kwame took the card, carefully placing it in his pocket. "I'll be in touch soon."

As Adaora watched him walk away, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement bubbling within her. This was unlike her getting caught up in the moment, allowing herself to be swept away by the thrill of a chance encounter. But there was something about Kwame that made her want to take the risk, to step out of her comfort zone and see where this unexpected connection might lead.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Adaora went through the motions at work, but her mind kept drifting back to Kwame. By the time the clock struck five, she was more than ready to leave the office, her anticipation growing with each passing minute.

As she stepped out into the evening air, her phone buzzed in her bag. She quickly pulled it out, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Kwame's name on the screen.

"Hello?" she answered, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Hey, Adaora. I just finished my meeting. Are you still up for that coffee?" Kwame's voice was warm and inviting, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.

"Absolutely," she replied, smiling to herself. "Where should we meet?"

"There's a café just a few blocks from here called Café Mocha. How about we meet there in twenty minutes?"

"Sounds perfect. I'll see you soon."

As Adaora made her way to the café, she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. It had been a long time since she had felt this way about someone, and she wasn't sure what to expect. But as she approached the cozy little café, the warm glow of the lights spilling out onto the street, she pushed her doubts aside. This was an adventure a chance to explore something new, to see where this unexpected connection might take her.

When she arrived at the café, Kwame was already there, sitting at a corner table with two cups of coffee in front of him. He looked up as she entered, his smile brightening as he saw her.

"Adaora, over here!" he called, waving her over.

Adaora smiled and made her way to the table, her heart fluttering as she took a seat across from him.

"I hope you like cappuccino," Kwame said, sliding one of the cups towards her.

"It's my favorite," Adaora replied, pleasantly surprised. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," Kwame said, his gaze never leaving hers. "So, tell me more about yourself. What do you do when you're not busy being an advertising genius?"

Adaora laughed, feeling more at ease as she took a sip of her coffee. "Well, when I'm not working, I enjoy reading, exploring new places, and trying out new recipes. I'm a bit of a foodie, actually."

"Really? What's your favorite dish to cook?" Kwame asked, leaning forward with genuine interest.

"Hmm, that's a tough one," Adaora said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "I'd have to say my specialty is jollof rice. It's a classic, but I like to add my own twist to it."

"Jollof rice, huh? I'm impressed," Kwame said, nodding appreciatively. "I'd love to try it sometime."

"Maybe I'll cook it for you one day," Adaora said playfully, not quite believing her own words. But as she looked into Kwame's eyes, she realized she meant it.

"I'll hold you to that," Kwame said, his smile widening.

As they continued talking, Adaora found herself opening up to Kwame in a way she hadn't with anyone in a long time. They shared stories, laughed at each other's jokes, and discovered a surprising number of common interests. It was as if they had known each other for years, rather than just a few hours.

By the time they finished their coffees, the sky had darkened, and the café was beginning to empty out. But neither of them seemed ready to end the evening just yet.

"Would you like to take a walk?" Kwame suggested, glancing towards the door. "It's a beautiful night."