Adaeze's hands felt a spark as they brushed against the stranger's, and she quickly pulled back, her cheeks flushing. "I'm Adaeze," she said, trying to composed herself.
"I'm Oyin," the stranger replied with a charming smile, helping her gather the last of her belongings.
As they stood up, Oyin insisted on buying Adaeze a cup of coffee to make up for the accident. They walked to the nearby café, chatting effortlessly about everything from the chaotic market to their shared love of Nigerian music.
Over steaming cups of coffee, Adaeze found herself laughing and feeling more alive than she had in weeks. But as they talked, she couldn't shake the feeling that their meeting was more than just a coincidence...