Lucas broke all the speed limits, careless of its consequences. He was late for an appointment and could not wait to get to his destination on time. So in order to avoid the evening traffic, he took the back street instead of the main street. But a couple of streets to where he was going, he ran into a traffic jam. After a couple of minutes wait, he got out of the car to investigate the reason for the holdup. To his consternation, he discovered that one of the cars in front broke down right in the middle of the road. He looked back at the long queue behind him and sighed. He could not reverse; the road was too narrow for that. He felt trapped and regretted ever having taken the road. Time was fast running out.
 As he was about to get back into his car, the driver of the broken down car came down. He caught his breath when he caught sight of her. She was impeccably dressed with a traffic stopping body. He could not take his eyes away from her. Immediately, his annoyance began to dissipate. A mere look at her disarming beauty and freshness had the power to do that to him. He ran his lips across his lips as he watched her push the car out of the road alone, but her effort was like water off duck’s back. He was fascinated by her determination as she applied all her energy in an effort to push the car out of the road. 
 The cars behind honked loudly and unceasingly. Trust the agberos and the commercial bus drivers. They cursed and called her names, yet, none lent a hand. It seemed they have a great hatred for single, independent and rich women or was it a gang up against her. He couldn’t tell.
 Watching her struggling with the car, he realized that if he must meet up with his appointment, the car must be pushed out of the road. So without waiting to be invited, he walked over to her and lent her a hand.
 “I …I don’t know how to thank you,” the girl said and leaned against the car.
 “Maybe you shouldn’t,” he returned and turned to go.
 “Wait a minute; don’t you want to know my name?”
 “What’s the point? You may lie,” he told her as he took a closer look at her for the first time and for a few seconds, he starred at her unbelievably, his mouth hanging open. She was the same girl he had met at the riverside and at the park crying a couple of days ago.
 “You… you again?” he cried, shocked beyond words. “Why are you always seen at the most unexpected places? What are you doing here?”
 She giggled and rolled her eyes. “I should ask you that. What are you doing here?”
 “I’ve come to see somebody in the neighborhood and you?”
 “Well, I live around here.”
 “You don’t say.”
 “You said you came to see somebody? Have you seen him or …or her?” she asked, laughing.
 “You’re the jealous type, aren’t you?”
 “How do you know?”
 “I can feel it.”
 “Well, that’s good. I think I have to run along. Thanks for your help.”
 “Not so fast,” he stopped her, suddenly forgetting that he has an urgent appointment to keep. He was happy and relieved. The girl who has haunted his dreams for months now has finally come home to roost. “What is wrong with your car?”
 “I don’t know. I wish I do,” the girl said worriedly. “It…it just packed up.”
 “Did you check the battery?”
 “I don’t know anything about cars.”
 “It’s not about cars. It’s about the routine check.”
 He sounds intelligent.
 “Open the bonnet,” he ordered.
 She did. “It’s open.”
 “Good.” he gave her his cell phone and jacket. “Hold this for me while I see what’s wrong with her.” 
 She took them from him reluctantly and held the jacket as far away from her body as possible.
 “Where’s the battery?” he asked as he opened the bonnet.
 She bent down and pointed it out. “It’s over there.”
 “This?”
 “Yes, that.” 
 He leaned closer to examine the damage, close enough for her to breath in the scent of expensive soap and healthy male. She moved away instinctively. He drew back too and for a moment there was an awkward, poignant silence. They broke it at the same time, then stopped and laughed a little.
 “Cars are as unpredictable as human beings,” he explained as he examined the engine. “There is no knowing what would happen next. Can I have a screwdriver?”
 “It’s in the trunk. Give me a second,” she said as she ran to the trunk to retrieve it.
 He took the screwdriver and worked on the car for a brief moment, his strong, sensitive fingers working expertly. “You can start the car.”
 She got into the car and turned the ignition on. Light appeared on the dashboard and her heart leaped for joy. She turned the key and the engine roared to life. “Oh my God!” she enthused and got out of the car. “How did you do that? I …I …I mean, it worked. This is unbelievable. Are …are you an auto mechanic or something?”
 “No.”
 “An electrician?”
 “No.”
 “Then what?”
 “Well, you can call me a jack of all trade kind of man.”
 She laughed. “Whoa! Does that mean you don’t have an identity?”
 “Well, maybe,” he laughed.
 “Well, I …I don’t really know how to thank you, my jack of all trade man.”
 “You may start by telling me your name,” he laughed as he gave her his call card. “This is my card; call me up anytime, any day.” 
 She took the card from him and examined it. “Thanks, I’ll give you a shout out,” she said and got into her car.
 “Wait a minute; are you not going to tell me your name?”
 “There’s no point; like you said before, I may lie.” She turned the ignition on.
 “No, no please. You won’t lie.” 
 She reached out to the back seat and picked up a brand new Holy Bible and thrust it into his hand. “You’ll find all that you ever need to know about me and even more in there,” she said as she engaged ‘Drive’, ready to take off.
 He opened and shut his mouth. He wanted to say something but the words couldn’t come.
 “So long,” she blew him a kiss and zoomed off.
 For several minutes, he stood rooted to the ground as he starred at the disappearing car.