Tunde instinctually glanced at his phone as a notification lit it up.

Upon realising who the message came from he looked again - distracting him briefly from the game.

'Do you want to jump on FaceTime?' the text read

'Tunde man - I'm getting smoked, TF you doing?' Alex's voice piped through the headset.

'Oi, mandem - I might have to cut still... ' he replied

'I heard your phone vibrate, who's texting us?' Sean added

'None of your business - let's just finish this mission' Tunde laughed.

'Nahhh this is you only safe space bro, we deserve to know' Alex replied.

'Well, if you must know - I'm never telling' Tunde retorted as he left the game.

'Sure give me 5 minutes.' he replied the message.

Tunde ran to his room and changed his shirt... the one he'd been wearing for the past few days served him no favour. He retied his du-rag and brushed up his beard.

'Not too neat' he said out loud.

He then went into his room and began to spray perfume.

'You idiot, she can't smell you over video call' he said to himself.

He sat at his desk and called her.

'Wow, exactly 5 minutes. Impressive' she said.

'You know how I am, a man of my word' he smiled.

'Ha! What was you doing?' she asked

'Just finishing up some laundry really' Tunde lied.

His laundry basket, the pile of clothes beside it and the t-shirt he'd just flung off all scowled at him. He moved his laptop to a position that would block the bulk of the load and made a mental note to actually do some laundry after the call.

'So tell me about your day...' he said

Annie began to narrate the events of her day. She lived with four others so there was always one or two stories to tell. Tunde didn't care much for the stories to be honest, but he always listened. First to the sound of her voice. It was her voice that led him to her in the first place. A few months ago, Tunde had been on holiday with the boys. It was from there Tunde gained the most attention he'd ever received in his life. The group had a photographer who helped them all build 'content' for their social media. Tunde wasn't bothered by it at all. But when all the lads put up their pictures and the comments were full of 'tag your friend' or 'whose the cutie in white shorts', Tunde was forced to reactivate his account.

His followers grew exponentially and it garnered but there wasn't much of him on his page. Just views and drawings. Tunde was a basic man. Very little excited him. He was easily pleased. In fact Tunde quickly forgot about his rise to popularity and abandoned the app. It wasn't until a link was dropped in the group chat that Tunde remembered to open his page. The messages and posts were overwhelming.

'Mandem... am I supposed to reply them all?' he asked as he dropped a screenshot of the influx of his messages in the group chat.

'Man like Tunde yuhnuh... 74 DMs!' Alex replied in a voice note. The group chat teased Tunde about his ability to 'pull gyal&#