future billionaire@Toniatuslim
We were having breakfast in his house for the first time. I was trying to behave like a future wife. You know, sit well, smile, act composed. He made tea and brought bread. I was impressed. “Ah, this man is serious,” I thought.
The bread was hot and soft. I poured my tea, tore a piece, and dipped it inside. Peacefully. Innocently.
He stopped chewing.
He looked at my hand, then at my face, then back at the bread like he was witnessing a documentary.
“You dip bread inside tea?” he asked.
I laughed. “Yes now, it’s sweeter that way.” I dipped another one to prove my point.
He dropped his cup. “That is a bush way of eating. It is only local babes that dip bread inside tea.”
I thought he was joking. I said, “Wait, you haven’t even seen when I soak it well well.”
He leaned back like I had just confessed to a crime. “No, I can’t. This won’t work. I like classy women.”
Classy women… because of bread.
He stood up, carried his cup to the kitchen, and said, “You can finish it if you want.”
I quietly dipped another piece and continued eating. If relationship go, breakfast must not go.
