“Confirmed.”
Henry frowned.
“You are insane.”
Tunde grinned.
“Look at you—smiling randomly, ignoring investors, drinking wine like a confused poet. This is not a business problem.”
Henry tried to maintain composure.
“I am just tired.”
Tunde nodded slowly.
“Mhm. Tired of being single.”
Henry rolled his eyes.
“Get out.”
Tunde flopped onto the sofa.
“No. Tell me everything. You fell into water and came back smiling. That is not normal.”
Henry exhaled.
“Someone helped me.”
Tunde froze.
“Ah.”
He leaned forward.
“Now we are getting somewhere.”
Henry walked toward the window.
“She is different.”
Tunde pointed dramatically.
“I knew it.”
Henry turned.
“Relax.”
“Describe her.”
Henry hesitated, then spoke slowly.
“She is loud.”
Tunde nodded.
“Good. Continue.”
“She talks too much.”
“Even better.”
“She insulted me.”
Tunde slapped his knee.
“Perfect.”
Henry frowned.
“What is perfect about that?”
Tunde grinned.
“My friend, you are finished.”
Henry shook his head.
“It is nothing serious.”
Tunde stood up.
“Say her name.”
Henry paused.
“Fumi.”
Tunde placed his hand on his chest.
“Ah. Even the name has entered your voice.”
Henry scoffed.
“You are overreacting.”
Tunde walked closer, lowering his voice.
“Let me ask you one question.”
Henry waited.
“Since you came back, how many times have you thought about her?”
Silence.
Henry did not answer.
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