Chapter 6 - Nolwazi

"So were your producers happy with the interview today?"

I hear Zanele's question, but my attention is divided between her and the main entrance. The hall is packed with students, alumni, lecturers, staff, people from town. Every two seconds someone comes up to say hi, tell me they love the show, ask what I've been up to. It's great seeing everyone again, but the one person I want to see most has not made an appearance.

Zanele snaps her fingers in front of my face. "The interview, Wazi."

"Oh, yeah. They loved it."

"I bet they aren't used to sexual tension on the morning show."

My attention jerks to her smug expression. "What sexual tension?"

"Chomi, that interview was straight foreplay. I was about to throw a bucket of cold water over you and Luvuyo. You were probably sweating through that cardigan."

"I was not ... we were not." I blow out a breath. "Shut up, Zee."

"Why didn't you ever tell me he kissed you? Sisi, that is the hot tea you were supposed to spill."

"He didn't say it was me." I try to keep my face neutral, but I can feel my lips quirking.

"I remember that party. It was at Kwanele's flat, and you disappeared for like an hour."

"Everyone disappears at parties."

"Yeah, but now I remember that he did, too. I was looking for you and Kwanele was going around asking everybody if they had seen Luvuyo."

Damn her vivid memory.