For a moment, neither of them said anything. The hum of soft music filled the space between racks of clothes, and Ruri found herself fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve.
"So," she finally said, her voice light but shaky, "you just happen to be at the same mall as me... again?"
Sphesihle smiled faintly, slipping his hands into his pockets.
"Kunenkinga yini mama, mawufuna ukwazi kungani ngila. Buza mina."
Her heart did a small, quiet somersault. "You sound like trouble."
He chuckled. "Lutho mama (smirking) , but not the bad kind."
