A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 12
An hour was all she had before she had to rush back to work.
She had dressed carefully for the day: a bright red long sleeved sweater, brown leather shin length boots and navy blue skinny jeans. She had to admit, she looked hot.
Her long dreadlocks were tied up in a bun with a few loose ones framing her face.
They had agreed on a McDonald’s, Eve stepped out of the taxi and half run the rest of the way there. She was a little late. Azania was seated and immediately got up, they exchanged a tight hug and took their seats, proceeding to look at each other for an eternally long moment, broken by Azania.
‘What are you going to have?’ She smiled softly, looking so radiant.
‘I duno, I’ll just have whatever you are having, how’s that?’ Eve couldn’t string two coherent thoughts together let alone decide what to eat. The sight of Azania was leaving her curiously muddled.