THE LOOK THAT LINGERS

CHAPTER 05:The look that Lingers

OLERATO MOAGI – POV

My shift was finally over.

I signed out, grabbed my bag, and let out a deep breath. My body was tired, but my spirit felt lighter knowing I had something to look forward to.

I was meeting Segametsi.

My best friend.
My safe place.
My doll.

I missed her more than I liked to admit.

I grabbed my car keys and walked outside. The sun hit me immediately—hot, unapologetic, like it had no mercy for anyone working hospital hours.

"South Africa, you will humble someone," I muttered, climbing into my car.

The drive felt shorter than usual, probably because my mood was good.

We were meeting at La Terraza, a chic rooftop restaurant in the city—good food, cold drinks, and just enough noise to drown out stress.

When I arrived, Segametsi was already there, waving dramatically from our table.

"DOCTOR!" she shouted.

I laughed. "Why are you like this?"

She jumped up and hugged me tightly. "I missed you."

"I missed you more," I said honestly.

We ordered drinks and food, catching up on everything—work, life, old memories that still made us laugh like teenagers.

At some point, Segametsi leaned back in her chair, scanning the restaurant.

Then she froze.

"Olerato," she said slowly.

"What?" I asked, sipping my drink.

"Look. At. Those. Boys."

I frowned. "Which boys?"

"Don't turn too fast," she whispered. "But damn."

Curiosity won.

I turned.

And my knees nearly betrayed me.

Khayelihle.

With him stood his brother—tall, confident, royal energy written all over them.

My stomach flipped.

Of all places.

"Wow," Segametsi whispered. "He's fine."

"Behave," I said quickly, but my voice cracked.

"He's not even my type," she added. "But I would risk it."

I laughed nervously. "Please don't."

Too late.

Khayelihle's eyes found mine.

And stayed there.

My heart skipped.

Then he started walking toward us.

"Oh no," I whispered, straightening in my seat.

"What?" Segametsi grinned. "Breathe."

He stopped in front of me, that familiar calm presence settling like gravity.

"Doctor Moagi," he said, smiling slightly.

I cleared my throat. "Your Highness."

"Please," he said quietly. "Khayelihle."

I nodded. "Khayelihle."

His brother smirked. "I'm Sibusiso."

Segametsi's eyes lit up. "Segametsi. Pleasure."

I kicked her under the table.

"Ouch," she hissed.

Khayelihle glanced at me, amused.

I tilted my head and said softly, "Yini, mama? Uyamthanda?"
(What is it, girl? You like him?)

Segametsi choked on her drink.

Khayelihle raised an eyebrow. "Mama?"

I smiled innocently. "It's a term of endearment."

He leaned slightly closer. "You use it often?"

"Only when I'm teasing," I replied.

His smile deepened.

Dangerous.

"I won't interrupt," he said. "Just wanted to say hello."

I met his gaze, steady. "Enjoy your lunch."

He held my eyes a second longer than necessary. "I will."

As he walked away, my heart finally remembered how to beat.

Segametsi grabbed my hand. "You are in trouble."

I shook my head. "No. I'm in control."

She laughed. "Lie again."

I smiled, pretending calm—

While my knees were still weak beneath the table.

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SEGAMETSI – POV

Let me just say this—

If chemistry made noise, the entire restaurant would've heard it.

The moment that man walked away, I turned slowly to Olerato.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

With intent.

"You," I said, pointing at her. "Are a liar."

She blinked. "Excuse me?"

"I watched your soul leave your body and return with interest," I continued. "Do not sit there and pretend."

She picked up her drink, far too calm. "You exaggerate."

"No," I said. "I observe."

She took a sip. "Observe something else."

I leaned forward, lowering my voice. "That man looked at you like he was already in trouble."

She laughed nervously. "You're dramatic."

"And you're blushing."

She froze.

Then rolled her eyes. "It's hot."

"It's hot because he walked in," I corrected.

She shook her head, but I could tell—Olerato Moagi was rattled.

And I loved it.

We went back to eating, laughing, talking about nonsense, but her mind wasn't fully there anymore. Every few seconds, her eyes drifted to where they were seated.

I followed her gaze once.

The prince—yes, prince—was looking right back.

I smiled into my drink.

"Oh no," she muttered.

"Oh yes," I replied happily.

After lunch, we paid the bill and stood outside the restaurant. The sun was still blazing, unapologetic.

"So," I said casually, linking my arm through hers. "I'm sleeping over."

She stopped walking. "You're what?"

"I'm sleeping over at your place," I repeated. "I need full details."

"There are no details."

"There are feelings," I said. "And feelings require debriefing."

She sighed. "You're impossible."

"And yet," I smiled, "you love me."

She unlocked her car. "Get in."

On the drive, I watched her quietly. She was thoughtful now. Soft.

"He scares you," I said gently.

She glanced at me. "No."

"Yes," I said. "Not in a bad way. In a real way."

She didn't answer.

That was answer enough.

At her place, we changed into comfortable clothes, ordered food, and sprawled on the couch like teenagers again.

"This feels nice," I said. "Just us."

She smiled softly. "It does."

I studied her face. "Just promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Don't run just because something good looks complicated."

She leaned back, staring at the ceiling. "With him… nothing will ever be simple."

I grinned. "Boring is overrated."

She laughed, shaking her head.

And as the night settled around us, one thing was clear—

This story was only just beginning.