January 7, 2024, started like any other day until I hopped into that Keke, the vibrant yellow three-wheeler that zipped through the streets of Uyo. As I settled in, my gaze locked with Gerald’s. His bright smile made my heart flutter. “Hey there!” he said, his voice warm and inviting. “Hi! This is my stop,” I replied, a grin breaking across my face. “I guess we’ll have to make this ride worth it, then!” he laughed, the sound rich and infectious. We talked about everything—music, movies, and our favorite street food. Laughter bubbled up between us as we shared stories, the world outside blurring into the background. The ride ended too soon, but it felt like a beginning. Weeks flew by, each meeting revealing more of his kindness. “You’ve got to try this place,” he insisted one evening, leading me to a hidden gem of a restaurant. “Only if you promise to let me beat you at video games later!” I shot back, teasingly. “Challenge accepted!” he winked. Our connection deepened, and