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now.”
    â€œYes, you said I shouldn’t SMS you; you didn’t say I shouldn’t call. Plus I wanted to hear your voice.”
    â€œIjoo, you’re dangerous! I have to watch myself. So, what did you want to say?” she asks, trying to sound blunt.
    â€œWell – nothing, really . . . I wanted to see what effect your voice would have on me, and whether your being would touch my soul,” he says seriously.
    â€œWhat? Are you gay? You must be . . . What heterosexual male says such things?”
    â€œOne who knows who he is and isn’t afraid to express himself.”
    â€œOkaaayyy . . . Uhm . . .”
    â€œAre you speechless?”
    â€œYes, frankly,” she says, stunned. “So, tell me . . . Did my being touch your soul?”
    â€œUhm . . . Your voice went straight to the centre of my being. There’s something about you that I can’t put my finger on, and I’m determined to find out what it is. When can I see you? Let’s have dinner together.”
    â€œIt doesn’t seem like a good idea for me to have dinner with you. You may make me fall in love with you, and a guy as hot as you never sticks around for long. So I don’t think I can agree to seeing you.”
    â€œBathong! Lesego! How can you decide just like that?”
    â€œI’m sorry, I tend to think ahead, to weigh the pros and cons and possible outcomes of all situations that I get into. And unfortunately this doesn’t bode well for me.”
    â€œBut you’re the one who isn’t looking for a long-term thing. Anyway, it’s just dinner in good company.”
    â€œWhy dinner? So you can seduce me? Why not lunch? Or even breakfast?”
    â€œWhat? You think I won’t try and seduce you over breakfast or lunch?”
    Lesego sighs, then laughs. “This conversation is getting out of hand. Can I go now, please?”
    â€œHave lunch with me tomorrow and you can go,” he insists.
    She quickly goes through her budget in her mind. This is a long week and payday is only on Friday . . . And he is a perfect stranger . . . And she never lets a strange man pay for her food because she doesn’t like the strings attached.
    â€œHello . . . Lesego? Are you still there?”
    â€œYeah, I am thinking.”
    â€œAh, at least you’re considering it. That’s a good sign.”
    â€œListen, how about this . . . We keep talking throughout this week, and if you still find me interesting by Friday, we can meet for lunch on Saturday. By the way, I like meat. You’re not vegetarian, are you?” she asks.
    â€œNo, I also enjoy meat. Okay, your proposal seems fair. We’ll chat during the week, but I’ll still want to go out with you by Friday.”
    â€œWe’ll see. A week is a long time. You could just decide rather to go with Thandi.”
    â€œOh Lord, no!”
    Lesego laughingly says goodbye and ends the call. Then she lies back on her lounging chair, stares at the blue sky and suddenly gets the urge to throw her hands up over her head and kick her legs in the air like an excited child.

Chapter 3
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    Sunday morning. Lesego sits at her kitchen counter, eating her habitual muesli, when her message tone goes off. She reads:
    It’s lonely here without you. Come over and have breakfast with me.
    She is amused, but also a bit shocked, and responds:
    Ijoo! Kenneth, have you no shame, trying to tempt a good girl on the Lord’s day?
    Oh, so you’re a church-going girl then?
    Not really, only at special times – Easter, Christmas. Was there no one to entertain you last night?
    He smirks and writes:
    No, where were you? You’re the only one I want to entertain me.
    You’re becoming dangerous again. I may have to run away.
    Be warned. I’m unstoppable when I get going. Do I really have to wait a whole week?
    She reconsiders for a moment, then replies:
    Yes. I think we may be underestimating our attraction, and I want