Kwame's breath danced on Amara's skin "Guess Lagos got me vibing," he whispered.
Amara's heart skipped. "Maybe it's you ."
Their lips met – spicy, like Lagos streets. The lagoon's beat synced with theirs.
Kwame pulled back, eyes hooded. "Your turn. What's next?"
Amara smiled slyly. "My event. Tomorrow. Be there."
Kwame's grin was answer enough.
The event: Amara's fashion show. Kwame performed, electrifying the runway. Models twirled in Afro-fusion. Amara beamed.
After-party: Kwame pinned Amara to the wall. "Inspired by your vibe."
Amara's laugh was music. "Guess it's mutual"
Suddenly, a text: "Need you. – Mum."
Amara's smile faded. Family drama.