Brown paid close attention to his phone. Not because, he was actually doing something on it but because, he knew she was looking at him. It was Thursday and since Monday, he had caught her staring at him so many times.

He shuddered inwardly at the way some girls just stared and stared as if they wanted to look you into oblivion. By all standards, he was a fine boy. This wasn’t pride. He was fair, tall, a model by many standards and generally good looking. His brown hair and beard got him the nickname Brown and many had said he had movie star looks. Still.

Funny thing was, some people would say she actually looked like him. She was very pretty, just as fair as he was and her hair was more brown than black too. He looked up from his phone and caught her again. This time she didn’t even bother to look away and just held his gaze for two minutes. Two seconds or two minutes he couldn’t tell which. Why was she always looking at him?

Trying to ignore her, Brown shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He couldn’t wait for class to end. He was going to ask her to please stop staring at him so intently, all the time.

However, he missed her after class that day and two days later when he saw her standing alone, making a phone call, he went close to her determined to have his say. She didn’t see him approach. That was the only way he got to hear her tell whoever she was talking to, ‘He looks so much like my big brother, you know, the one that died last year. I can’t seem to stop staring at him. And guess what? His friends call him Brown. Just what exactly are the odds?’

Brown saw the tears in her eyes as she ended the call and turned to see him standing there. He also saw the shock and something close to embarrasement on her face and forgot all he had planned to say. In what could be considered the most impulsive act of his entire life, he wrapped her in a hug and said, ‘Hi. I’m Damian. What of you?’

Published by clandie

Most loved daughter of a King. Lawyer and aspiring writer. Hair lover and everyday story teller.

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