"What time do you close from work?" I asked Becky.
" Why do you ask?"
"I want to take you out after work," I said, praying silently she would accept.
"I don't really have any closing time; it depends on mu schedule which is really tight right now with productions and other stuff. Maybe some other time, " she said.
That turned out to be nearly a month later after several calls and messages.
"It's easier to see our President at Aso Rock Villa in Abuja than to see you, " I said teasingly the evening I had picked her from her home for our first date.
She laughed.
"Not my fault, Demola. Blame my job! As you can see, we journalists are very busy people. It's a jealous profession that takes nearly 100 percent of your time."
"But you can't work all the time!" I protested. "All work and no play..."
"Yeah! I know! But what can I do, with endless deadlines all the time, " she said .
"Ok. Let me have fifty."
She glanced quickly at me.
"What?"
"Fifty percent of your spare time. That's all I ask, Becky," I implored.
"Greedy guy! " she said, smiling.
"I know I am...when it comes to being with you!", I said, turning from the road to grin at her...
Watch out for the rest of the story coming soon!
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