The setting was perfect. Candlelight flickered in the windows, casting a soft glow over the room. The polished cutlery gleamed in the light, and a single rose set in a delicate vase graced each table. Roses and lavender scented the air. Morgie's restaurant, located in Ntinda, an upscale suburb, a few kilometres from Kampala, is the best and most exotic restaurant in the city.

Kevin breathed deeply and entered the dimly-lit restaurant. The aroma of spiced foods and delicately roasted barbecue meat and chicken on open charcoal stoves floated in the still evening air. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I had been waiting for this night for weeks.

As my gaze traversed the room, I saw him standing across from me. He wore blue jeans, white polo shirt, and a pair of dark tan loafers. He was even more attractive than I had imagined. When Kevin smiled at me, my heart...