The Fortune

She heaved out a sigh. It's inevitable, I've been stood up.

She stirred with her straw out of boredom, making the ice cubes swirl around in her drink. The Chinese family-owned restaurant, The Jade Magpie, was where they agreed to meet up. It was like any other day at the restaurant, having only a few customers, including her. Some of them were ordering or were already eating. They were families out for dinner or couples on a date. She gritted her teeth at the last part. Just from the position she was in, a lone person sitting in a two-seated booth was just sad.

To think that she got all dressed up on a Saturday night when she could be at home cracking open a good book or at least finishing her term paper. What she did know was that once she leaves, she'll be out to murder Amy, who made her come here in the first place.

Oh, you'll love him, she recalled Amy's words. He's a really nice guy, Owen said so himself.

As if she'll actually believe a word that comes out of Owen's mouth.

He's been Amy's boyfriend for six months so far, a new record. She never really liked any of Amy's boyfriends, knowing each one will break her heart like the last. What gets better is that when Amy has someone, she thinks everyone needs to have someone too. This isn't the first time she's been set up on a blind date, and it certainly won't be the last.

This however is the first time she's actually gone to a blind date, always coming up with lies to either Amy or the date. Sadly, Amy took her by surprise and she couldn't come up with a good lie in time, especially since Amy was well prepared. Outfit, hair, recording shows she'll miss during the date, and she even offered to work on her term paper for her. Obviously she doesn't want her to do that, not as a friend, but at the thought she'll mess it up.

She bit her lip at the thought. She knew Amy means well, but not everyone needs someone. She began to get up to leave, wanting to get a cab back home.

"You're Grace, right?"

Grace looked up, startled by the guy in front of her.

"Yes," she said at the question. "So that means you're Edwin?"

"It's Edmund, actually," he corrected, a bit irked at the common mistake.

She cringed at the mistake. Strike one there.

"Are you leaving already?" He asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"No," she lied quickly, too quickly. "I was just going to go to the restroom."

"Well, you can go if you want," Edmund said as he sat down at the seat across from her. "You were probably here for a while, so you must've held it in for some time in your bladder. Which is bad, especially if you have a small bladder."

Why did he say that? Out of all of the things he could've said, why did he have to say that? Who actually tells a girl, a person really, that they must've held it in their bladder, a small bladder to be precise?

Even Grace couldn't help but look at him in confusion on how he can say that so bluntly.

"It's alright," she said, sitting back down. "I don't need to anymore."

The moment she said that, she wished that she really did though. At least then she could've have had time to herself and think over if she should stay or not. She knew it was rude to think of that, and that she needs to give him a chance, but she couldn't help but think that.

"Oh, okay," was all he could say.

It's decided then. He'll kill himself, get resurrected, kill Owen, and then kill himself again. He still couldn't believe how Owen got him to be here in the first place. His stupid roommate is head over heels with his new girlfriend, Ally or Amanda, something like that. Ever since they started dating, he wouldn't stop talking about her that made him sick just remembering Owen's date stories from date one.