Scene: Lisa's Bedroom – Late Morning, Windhoek
Sunlight streamed through the curtains as Lisa lounged on her bed, her phone pressed to her ear and a soft smile playing on her lips. The voice on the other end was warm and familiar—her mother, always calling to check in.
Lisa's Mom: "So, how was Swakopmund? You sound lighter than the last time we spoke."
Lisa: chuckling "It was everything I needed, Mama. Just… peaceful. Pedro took good care of me."
Lisa's Mom: "Mmhmm. Sounds like someone is in love."
Lisa: "I am." her voice softens "It's scary sometimes, but good. Real good."
Lisa's Mom: "Love should feel like home, baby girl. As long as it doesn't dim your light."
Lisa: "He doesn't. He pushes me to shine brighter."
They talked a bit longer—about school, home, and Lisa's plans for the final semester. As always, her mother reminded her to focus, to protect her peace, and to be careful who she trusted.
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Scene: Café Bloom – Early Afternoon
Lisa sat at an outdoor table with Angela and Anna, the trio laughing and sipping on iced teas as they waited for their food. A warm breeze fluttered through the café, mixing with the sounds of soft music and city life.
Angela: "Girl, you look like you've just come back from a honeymoon."
Anna: teasing "Don't lie. You did more than just 'visit' Pedro."
Lisa blushed, rolling her eyes. "Can we not?"
Angela: grinning "Fine. But on a serious note, can you believe this is our final year? Final. Freakin'. Year."
Anna: "One more semester. Then gowns, champagne, and tears!"
Lisa: "I'm just trying to survive exams without losing my mind."
They clinked their glasses in a toast to the final stretch of university, and their conversation turned to plans after graduation—job hunting, business ideas, and Lisa maybe moving closer to Pedro permanently.
But behind Lisa's laugh lingered a hint of anxiety—she hadn't told them everything. About Nicole. About the strange tension she couldn't shake.
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Scene: Nicole's Apartment – Evening
Nicole sat cross-legged on her couch, her wine glass half-full as she flipped through an old photo album. She paused on one image—Pedro and BK, arms slung around each other's shoulders, grinning. A sharp pang twisted in her chest.
Nicole (to herself): "God, they were close…"
She remembered those days—Pedro and BK inseparable. Until one night, everything changed.
Flashback – Two Years Ago
They were at a club—BK drunk, loud, saying things he shouldn't. Pedro pulled him aside, and things escalated fast.
Pedro: "Don't talk about my family like that, man!"
BK: "Then stop hiding what your family's really into!"
Fists were thrown. Bonds were broken. BK stormed out, and Nicole remembered thinking that was the end of it. But now…
Back to Present – Nicole's POV
Nicole's lips curled into a slow, calculating smile.
Nicole (to herself): "BK's still out there. Hurt. Angry. And he hates Pedro more than I do right now."
She grabbed her phone and began scrolling.
Nicole: "If we both want the same thing… maybe it's time I paid BK a visit."
Her heart beat faster—not with affection, but with the thrill of revenge.
Nicole (smirking): "Let's destroy the perfect little world Pedro built."
Scene: BK's Apartment – Late Night, Windhoek
BK sat in the dim glow of his living room, a glass of whiskey in hand, laptop open but long forgotten. The room was quiet—too quiet—but that was how he liked it. It helped him think. Helped him remember why he hated the Smiths. Why he hated Pedro.
His phone buzzed.
Unknown Number.
He stared at it for a second, debating whether to answer. Then he did.
BK: "Who's this?"
Nicole (smirking): "Wow. Forgot me already?"
His eyes narrowed as he sat up straighter.
BK: "Nicole?"
Nicole: "Ding ding. Thought I'd say hi. Been a while, huh?"
BK: dryly "Two years. Thought you disappeared with the rest of your pride."
Nicole: "Touché. But I'm back. And you… you're still pissed at Pedro, aren't you?"
There was a pause. His jaw clenched.
BK: "What do you want?"
Nicole: "To talk. In person. I think we have something in common. And maybe—just maybe—we can help each other."
BK: "Help each other do what?"
Nicole: "Ruin him. Take back what he stole from us."
BK leaned back, swirling the drink in his glass, thoughts running wild. He hadn't heard her voice in ages, but it still had that venomous charm. And she wasn't wrong.
BK: "Meet me tomorrow. 6 p.m. That old rooftop bar on Sam Nujoma Drive."
Nicole: "Thought you'd never ask."
She hung up before he could say another word, tossing her phone onto the couch with a satisfied grin.
Nicole (to herself): "Let's burn this down, darling."
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Scene Shift: BK – After the Call
BK stared out his window, the city lights flickering below.
BK (internal): "Pedro took everything. My friendship. My respect. My shot. And now that girl?"
He downed the last of his whiskey and let the burn ground him.
BK (coldly): "Yeah… Nicole might just be the spark I need."