Persimmon OT@OtPersimmon
We met in the most unserious way possible.
I was already having a bad day, running late, mentally arguing with myself, when this man had the audacity to bump into me and not even apologize properly.
Not a real apology. One of those “sorry” with vibes of “but it’s lowkey your fault.”
So obviously, I did what any sane person would do… I dragged him.
And instead of being normal and leaving, he stayed. Arguing back. Matching my energy. Smiling like this was somehow… entertaining??
From that moment, I decided he was my enemy.
We kept “randomly” running into each other after that. Same café. Same street. Same annoying face. Always something to argue about coffee orders, music, who bumped into who first (still him, by the way).
Weeks turned into this ridiculous routine of arguing, eyerolls, and “coincidental” meetings that felt less coincidental every time.
Then one day, it rained.
Like, serious rain. Lagos did its thing.
I was stuck, annoyed, already preparing to suffer home, and guess who appeared… umbrella in hand, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
He didn’t even say anything at first. Just stood beside me and tilted the umbrella slightly so it covered me too.
I said, “Don’t think this changes anything.”
He said, “Of course not. You still owe me an apology.”
I almost pushed him into the rain.
But I didn’t move away either.
We walked like that… arguing quietly under one umbrella, stepping over puddles, pretending we didn’t both notice how easy it suddenly felt.
Somewhere between “you’re annoying” and “text me when you get home,” things… shifted.
And now?
Now this same man that I couldn’t stand is the one I call when my day goes wrong, the one who knows exactly how I take my coffee, and the only person allowed to annoy me on a daily basis.
Still my enemy, by the way.
Just… my favorite one.
