Amara stormed out of the festival venue, annoyed by that arrogant musician. Kwame, slamming his guitar case, muttered, "Guess Lagos ain't ready for real music ."
As Amara hailed a taxi, Kwame crashed into her – literally 🚗. Apologies turned flirty. "You Kwame, the Ghanaian sensation?" Amara teased.
Kwame's smile melted her . "Maybe. You planning the next big bash?"
Amara's eyes sparkled. "Might be. You play?"
The night's just begun...
They exchanged numbers. Kwame texted: "Need inspo for my next song"
Amara replied: "Try Oba Market. Lagos eats, lives, and grooves "
Kwame showed up, afro-punk vibes. Amara took him on a food tour . Jollof wars, suya bites, and laughter ensued.
As night fell, Kwame strummed by the lagoon Amara swayed The line between music and heartbeat blurred
Kwame leaned in. "Inspiring enough?"
Amara's smile said it all