Soft Launch? The Jam that Wasn’t

 



After spending all day in the room, it was the perfect time for an evening stroll. 


Ibie could imagine the crisp waft of the evening air on her face and the energy in form of warmth that will fill her body from taking a brisk walk . 


She wasn’t in the mood for conversation so she picked her AirPods put on her black track wear and her stripy pink and yellow running shoes for a splash of color against the sunset. 


As she started her walk, she searched for what to listen to on her Spotify. A prompt from the app popped up to her screen “Join a jam”. Normally she would ignore, but today she was curious -she clicked 


This was what was playing. 

Is this Love?


Someone was playing one of her faves!  Very nice. She scanned the environment to check who could sharing the jam as the name of the owner of the jam gave no clues. 


Then she caught glimpse of someone underneath the shade away from the path she marked for her walk. It was him. 


Yeah, him the familiar stranger she saw around. His eyes always held a quiet intensity like waves hiding under ice that kept her wondering and curious but not enough to start a conversation yet. More so, she wanted whatever conversation to be as natural as possible. 


He stood up and it looked as though he was walking towards her... All her brain cells screamed over time “don’t freeze” “act normal girl”  “ask him about the jam”. Now close enough to determine his point of direction, it turns out he was actually heading the opposite direction. She got worked up for no reason. 


“Ibie and always feeling main character” she shook her head. Regardless, she took the leap “is it your jam, are you PJ?”showing him her phone’s screen and  her voice a whisper louder than her pulse. 


“Yeah, PJ . They’re my initials”. He said smiling while adjusting his hoodie. 


“It’s one of my girl’s favorite” he offered the extra information. 


“Who ask youuuu” Ibie screamed internally while managing a smile on her face uttering the word “sweet, what’s are vibe?” can’t be caught unfresh Ibie thought trying to salvage the situation. 


“Old soul” He chuckled. “Bye Ibie”


She was stunned he knew her name. Shaking it off, she walked further with just one thought 

“There goes that. This could’ve been our perfect meetcute, our soft launch into the most beautiful love story”


That’s the problem with hopeless romantics. 


Instead of walking, she ran. Until the beat of PJ faded like a heartbeat she would never hear again. 


Ifedolapo 

Comments

  1. AnonymousOctober 19, 2025 at 5:11 AM

    Breakfast from a stranger? Another style😭

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  2. AnonymousOctober 19, 2025 at 5:42 AM

    And I was just about to saw aawww, maybe this is how my love story should go
    But thank you for bringing me back to reality 🤣

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