“Am sorry I poured hot coffee on you. Did you make it to work on time? Are you still hurting? How can I make up for my carelessness? Have you seen a doctor?” This is just a third of the questions I asked Mr. Lover boy. Some hours earlier we were total strangers and this is what went down in a flash.
It was one fine Monday morning; I was late for work that I couldn’t prepare a simple breakfast for myself. So I had to rush down the street to grab coffee. In a rush, I ordered my take out. I reached out for my purse to pay for the coffee but before I could do that, a stunning strong man appeared from the blues.
He was in an expensive designer suit and black sharp shooters that announced his arrival. He looked all mature and successful but his eyes betrayed him. Deep inside his puppy eyes, a tear stain was so pronounced. A stain that said, “Am the world’s superman but I have no one special to look after.” I could hear his heart pump rhythmically in loud blasts, “I am fragile too, I need someone to pamper me!”
I was caught up in all these imaginations that I didn’t realize whatever was going on around me. Just before I could finish this beautiful beach wedding with him, the cashier tapped me. In confusion I shouted “I do”. In this confusion, I spilled coffee on Mr. Lover boy’s arm. I came back to my senses. What have I done? I had to act out very fast. I took my scarf and used it to dry off the coffee spills.
Luckily I had I had petroleum jelly with me. I handed it over to him to apply on the burnt arm. I wish I I wished to stay longer but this moment was short-lived, I had to rush to the office. I gave him my business card so that he can call me and give me a heads up on the treatment process.
I couldn't settle down at work. I was filled with anxiety waiting for his call, of which he called later. I had dozens of questions to ask him about the burn. Days later we went out for coffee and as they say the rest is history.
Months later the prince charming in him left. That is why I wish I could say this earlier: