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could answer Marika whispered in her ear as she passed by to the nearby fryers, “Babe at two o’clock.”
    Mpho looked up and there was Thabang. He was dressed casually in an open-necked shirt and jeans. She could see she’d been right about his shoulders, and the jeans didn’t hide the curve of his thigh muscles. Annabella would definitely approve of those legs. He smiled and Mpho’s muscles became weak, her mind cloudy. She smiled back and then proceeded to pour a spoonful of lukewarm soup all over her hand.
    â€œHe’s looking at you,” Marika whispered in her other ear on the way back to the till.
    Mpho handed Mr Pistorius the polystyrene pack with his lunch inside.
    â€œHey, nice threads. You certainly do know fashion,” Thabang joked about her uniform. He’d made his way through the crowd and was standing at the counter, close enough for her to get a slight whiff of him.
    Mpho laughed. She wondered what she looked like in her food-splattered uniform and bright red cap with the word Monate Takeaways embroidered on it in black. She was thankful she kept her head nearly shaved and didn’t have to wear a hairnet like Marika. She certainly didn’t want Thabang to see her in a hairnet. “Actually, I’m just about to finish a degree in fashion design . . . so I am an expert, if you want to know,” she joked back.
    â€œOops . . .” He looked embarrassed. “I was joking . . . I didn’t know . . . Really.”
    â€œJakes didn’t tell you?”
    â€œJakes? Your brother?” Thabang looked confused. “I haven’t spoken to him in years.”
    â€œAo! You were such good friends.” Mpho had got home too late the night before to interrogate Jakes and left too early that morning. She thought she might just as well get the information from Thabang. He had to know what happened. She was curious about what had made such good friends part.
    Just then a loud shout came from behind her. “Thabang, my boy!”
    Mpho turned and saw Mr Habib rushing around the counter with his arms stretched out. He grabbed the young man’s one hand in both of his. “Oh, Thabang, you look wonderful. I can see you are a success and that makes me very happy, very happy indeed. Mpho, do you know this chap?”
    â€œYes . . . Actually we knew each other . . . when we were kids.”
    â€œThis is a very good man. This is a fine man indeed. Do you know, Mpho, he used to do exactly what you are doing now? Now look at him! Big producer in the recording business. I’m so proud – as if he’s my own son! . . . Mrs Habib will be so happy to hear that I saw you today, Thabang.”
    â€œIt’s great to see you too, Mr Habib. How’s your wife?”
    â€œShe is very good. Very good.”
    â€œAnd did you get the cheque from my lawyer?”
    Suddenly Mr Habib’s manner changed. “Yes . . . yes . . . Very gracious of you. There was no need. I just wanted to help.” Mr Habib suddenly appeared embarrassed.
    Thabang shook his head. “A loan should be paid back with interest.”
    â€œLet’s not talk about that. Can you come into my office for a few minutes? For a cup of tea?”
    Thabang looked at Mpho to see if there was time.
    â€œYeah, go ahead. The next shift is here. I’ll go and change, and then fetch you.”
    Thabang and Mr Habib went into the office and Marika rushed up and grabbed Mpho under the arm, walking her quickly out of the door and away from the shop toward the women’s toilets. “So . . . What’s up with Mr I’m-So-Hot-and-Sexy?” Marika asked. “How come you didn’t tell me you know someone who looks like that ?”
    Mpho laughed. “To be honest, I didn’t know I knew somebody who looked like that . I knew him when I was just a kid. He and Jakes had a band together. I had a huge crush on him but I was just a kid. He didn’t give me a