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The fine line (Episode 3)
<p><br/></p><p>I woke up the next morning and honestly, I felt like a rebranded version of myself. No more chasing energy. No more unnecessary smiling. I just wanted to focus on work and mind my fine business.</p><p><br/></p><p>I wore this black bodycon dress that hugged my shape like rent was due. Simple makeup, nude lips, and my natural perfume combo — vanilla and musk. Subtle, but it speaks.</p><p><br/></p><p>I got to work early and plugged in my earpiece immediately. No unnecessary talking. Cynthia greeted me and I smiled small, just to be polite. She started her usual gist about Tunde and Adam, but I acted like I didn’t hear half of what she said.</p><p><br/></p><p>Around 11 a.m., Adam came to my desk. “You’ve been quiet today,” he said.</p><p>I smiled. “Just focusing on my tasks.”</p><p>He offered to get me coffee but I declined. Water is fine, please.</p><p><br/></p><p>Lunch break came and Cynthia was like, “Let’s go eat downstairs.”</p><p>I told her I brought food from home. She looked shocked. I could see her trying to read my face but I just smiled.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not long after, Tunde walked past our section. He looked at me — I looked back briefly, then continued typing. God, the power that small act gave me. My heart was racing but I didn’t blink. I can’t fall for this man’s fine boy charm again.</p><p><br/></p><p>Adam later texted, asking if I was okay. I said “Yeah, just tired.” He offered to bring lunch up, but I told him not to stress. I was fully in my silent treatment era.</p><p><br/></p><p>After work, Cynthia came to my desk, all hyped. “We’re hanging out again, right?”</p><p>I laughed. “Not today jare. I have stuff to do.”</p><p>She tried to convince me but I packed my bag and left before anyone could change my mind.</p><p><br/></p><p>Inside the ride home, I opened Instagram and saw Tunde’s story — him, Cynthia, and Adam at the same lounge. I rolled my eyes. She can have him. I’m done stressing over a man that doesn’t even save my number.</p><p><br/></p><p>Still, my chest felt somehow. I won’t lie. I muted both of them’s status before I slept. Out of sight, out of mind, right?</p><p><br/></p><p>That night, I lay on my bed thinking about how I turned into the calm, mysterious girl. The one that doesn’t chase. The one they’ll start to notice when she stops showing interest.</p><p><br/></p><p>If he ever texts me again, I’ll reply two hours late. Or maybe not at all.</p><p>Because I’m no one’s option.</p><p><br/></p><p>Clock that 🤏🏼</p>
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