Meet my Spec, my crush

Greetings everyone!

For no tangible reason, there has been this lady I've been crushing on in my street, but I've been scared to man up and, at least, ask for her number so that even if I'm shy or scared to confuse her with sweet words on a face-to-face note, I can do the magic with chats, voice notes, or calls.

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Description of this lady:

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We know the goddess of the river with their beauty, right? That's exactly how she looks, but on black, malanie-dripping skin. Her skin is like that of a three-year-old baby; even if she stays for a month without bathing, it'll still be dripping for a bite.
She's chubby, the very direct opposite of me. Of course, I'm very slim, and my SPEC must be the opposite of me to complement my stature.
On her two cheeks harbor two heavenly dimples, that kind on @zellypearl's face. The kind of dimple that will make you feel like you're committing a sin if by any means you're going on an argument with her.

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My compound is unfenced, close to the road of our street, and anytime I see her passing by, my senses will fly away from my body, leaving it behaving like a zombie, and I'll start begging God to woo her for me even when I know that God can't do that for me because he's given me the mouth and wisdom that the enemies shall not gainsay. Why am I scared to go for her? I don't know!

The worst part is that we fellowship in the same church together, where I work as an usher. I normally get posted to work at the main door, and anytime I see her coming, my entire system leaves God and begins to worship her. Thank God that GOD is an understanding God; if not, He would have been...

In all these, the good thing is that I haven't imagined anything bad; I mean, I haven't imagined taking her to cloud zero, which makes me feel like it's a genuine love because my love for her is not a 'chop and go' thing.

Two days ago, while I was handwashing clothes in the compound, I sat backing the road so I wouldn't be greeting every living thing passing. Suddenly a big shadow approached me, I turned only one to see this girl(my crush) with white nylon on her hands standing close to me.

"Hello, good morning," she greeted me, and I was totally lost; I couldn't believe that I was seeing well. I stayed dumb for a few seconds before I reciprocated the greeting.

"Hey, good morning, welcome. You have work for me?" I used my deepest voice to reply because I heard that ladies fall for deep voice guys... I needed to shoot my shots very well at any slight opportunity.

"Yes, and I want them tomorrow. Will you be able to get them ready?" She asked with those clashing dimples on her face.

To be sincere, there was a lot of work on my hands, and the probability of delivering her work is very minimal, but who am I to say no to my crush?

"Of course, I'll try to make them available."
I responded as soon as possible with a smile.

She dropped the clothes; we counted, and she asked how much.

My brain paused and began to fight with clashing thoughts as follows:

• "Tell her to go and without. You'll win her heart by doing that."

• "Don't try it; if you don't get money from her because of your stupid feelings for her, she'll turn you into her washing machine."

My second instinct always comes through for me. I quickly told her the cost, which she haggled down to her suitable price, and the 'mumu' in me didn't hesitate to concur.

After she left, I brought out the clothes, and oh my God! Their scent from the not-so-dirty clothes is like that of Mary Magdalene in heaven. It made me fall even more for her.

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The clothes are ready, and I'm waiting for her to come pick them up. It'll be a good opportunity for me to either get her number or pour out my heart to her.

Don't worry, guys; I'll give you update after we've met.

Thank you for reading.