He finished paying the bill for the work done on his car and after thanking Adaeze, he left the shop. She was standing outside as if waiting for someone. She looked up and their eyes met. He hesitated and then, he walked up to her. “Hello,” he said.
“Are you related to Adaeze?” he asked.
She smiled and nodded. “Yes, she’s my sister. I just stopped by to see how she’s doing and to take her to lunch.”
“She worked on my car this morning and it’s perfect.”
“She’s great at fixing cars.”
“Yes, she is.”
“She learned how to fix them from Sandra Aguebor, Nigeria’s first female mechanic.”
“Adaeze is the first female mechanic working here.”
“Yes. They didn’t want to hire her at first because she’s a woman but when she fixed one of the cars, the manager was so impressed that he gave her a job.”
“Good for her. Which part of Nigeria are you from?”
“I’ve been to Abuja several times and I’ve also visited Lagos, Kano, Ibadan, Port Harcourt, Benin and Aba.”
She looked at him, impressed. “You’ve been to most of the large cities in Nigeria.”
“Yes. I have and I liked them all very much, especially Lagos.”
“Most people think of Lagos when you mention Nigeria. It’s the most popular city.”
“How long you been living here in London?”
“Ever since I left Abuja twelve years ago to come and study at the University of London.”
“What did you study there?”
“Journalism, Politics and History. I love to write and I wanted the chance to study and report on British and international politics and history. And now I’m a staff writer.”
“Which publication do you write for?”
“The Era Time.”
“I have a subscription to that news magazine so I may have read your articles. What’s your name?”
“Chioma. It means good luck or Good God.”
“My name’s Dushan and it means a content soul, satisfied.”
“Where are you from?”
“The Slovak Republic. I wasn’t born yet when my parents came here from Bratislava.”
“Do your parents still live here in London?”
“My parents are both dead.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“My father’s first job was here and then, he got another job in Engineering. That’s how he was able to pay for my education.”
“What did your mother do?”
“She was a nurse.”
“Do you have any siblings?”
“No. I’m an only child. I hope you don’t mind me asking you this question but how old are you?”
“I’m 30. And you?”
“I’m 43.” He glanced at his watch. “I’ve to leave now. Chioma, I know that we’ve just met but I was hoping that we can meet again for lunch or for coffee.”
“Sure. Here’s my card.”
He took it and gave her his. “I’ll be in touch,” he said.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Chioma. I look forward to seeing you again.”
“Goodbye.” She watched him as he walked away. Minutes later, he drove out of the lot in a red Aston Martin SUV. He must have a very high paying job to be able to afford such an expensive vehicle. She looked at the business card he had given her. His name was Dushan Krasnova and he was a stockbroker at London Stockbrokers Ltd. That explained the Aston Martin.
She had enjoyed talking to him and was looking forward to seeing him again. Hopefully, he wasn’t married or in a relationship. Maybe Adaeze would know.