She Brought Her Ex—Then Chose Me

So there’s this girl—let’s call her Anita. Fine girl. Soft voice. Baddie aesthetics. We’ve been vibing on Instagram for like two months. Banter strong, emoji game tight, even small flirting here and there.

One day, she texts me:
“We should totally hang out. I’m free this Saturday.”
Me: “Say less. I know this cozy spot on the Island.”
Her: “Sounds perfect! Pick me up?”
Me: “Absolutely.”

At this point, I already daydreamed us walking hand-in-hand through life—couple content, matching hoodies, soft launch on her story.

Saturday comes. I’m on time (for the first time in 2025). Fresh haircut. Scented like success. I pull up, and she hops in the car… with another guy.

I froze. Like a debit card on the last day of the month.
She smiled and said, “This is Jide. He’s my bestie. Hope you don’t mind if he tags along.”
Me, dying inside: “Yeah, no wahala.”
Inside me: “Wahala full ground.”

We get to the restaurant, and I swear, I was third-wheeling on my own date. They were laughing like they rehearsed the entire hangout. Sharing inside jokes. Even arguing about who still owes who suya from a 2022 bet. I was there sipping chapman like an intern.

When the bill came, Anita turned to me with a sweet smile and said, “You’re the sweetest. Thanks for this.”
I smiled like a loyal servant of the friendzone.

Back in the car, I turned to Jide and said,
“Guy, just tell me—is it you she likes?”
He laughed and said, “Bros, even me no know again.”
She giggled. “You guys are funny.”

I dropped them off. Anita gave me a side hug. Not even chest-to-chest. Side.
She said, “We should do this again!”
I nodded, “Only if it’s just us next time.”
She winked and said, “Maybe…”

That night, I was staring at the ceiling, already writing my goodbye speech to the streets.

Then… around 1:14 AM, my phone buzzed.
It was a voice note from Anita.

I played it. Her voice was softer, deeper.

“Hey… so, about today. I actually brought Jide to test you. He’s not my bestie. He’s my ex. I wanted to see how you’d handle it. Most guys I’ve met get insecure or walk away, but you didn’t. That’s rare. Also… I paid the bill before the waiter brought it. I just wanted to see if you’d still cover it without fuss. And you did. I like you. Let’s go out—just us—this weekend. Your call.”

Omo.
I sat up like NEPA just brought light.
She ran a reverse loyalty test on me—and I passed.

From “sweetest friend” to potential boyfriend.
Plot twist of the year.