I had given up on love. My focus was on building my career and traveling the world. The hustle and bustle of Lagos had become my solace, my distraction from the emptiness within.


One fateful evening, I stumbled upon a quaint bookstore in Victoria Island. The aroma of old books and freshly brewed coffee drew me in. As I browsed through the shelves, a bright smile caught my attention.


She was sitting at a small table, engrossed in a novel. Her...