Teniola adjusted her bag as she stepped out of the café, her face expressionless.
Another day.
Another rejection.
'Wait… please….just let me take you out once."
The voice came from behind her.
She didn't turn.
"I'm not interested," she said calmly.
"But you didn't even try to know me"
She finally turned around.
Her eyes were cold.
"I don't need to know you."
The man froze.
"I'm not looking for love," she continued.
"I'm not interested in your attention. And I'm definitely not interested in getting hurt again."
Her words were sharp.
The man swallowed.
"Not all men are the same"
She let out a small, tired laugh.
"That's what they all say."
She turned and walked away.
Leaving him behind.
But someone was watching.
From across the street.
Silent.
Observing.
Interested.
And for the first time in a long time…
👉 Teniola felt like she was being seen.