He Was Who He Was

He bore a cheap smile.

The kind that weighed for the truth of things unsaid.
He sat with ease, crossed legs at the edge of the waiting room couch.

He was neither too dressed, nor ready for the interview. I wanted to ask him if he’d come for the new marketing position.

He looked up as though he’d read my mind. Another cheap smile.

Cheap, like leather skin, unwavering, consistent and timeless.

Cheap, like wine, the kind couples that have loved each other for years drink to reminisce old times even when they can afford more.

Cheap, like the awkward stretch on my face I couldn’t help but return his…smile…with.

I suddenly understood who he was.

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Cameroonian writer and video creator. Featured in LEVEL and P.S. I Love You. I write about building relationships and personal transformation.

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