Lost to be found

Part 5

I opened it to see a new face. "Hey Moya. My name is Nicholas and I will be your tour guide for the day,"

"Huh? Nicholas? Have we met before?" There was something about those eyes that felt oddly familiar as it looked down on me

He had a smirk on his face when he responded, "Maybe from your dreams. Have you been dreaming about me?"

I gave a laugh. "I don't think I'd dream of someone that isn't my type." His presence and that smile on his face reminds me so much of wolf.

"Yes! Wolf! You and wolf have the same name and what seems to be the same personality." I folded my arms and leaned against the doorway. I looked at him from head to toe.

"I see you've met Nicholas. I named him after myself. You know what they say, a dog is a man's best friend. Well, wolf is mine." He leaned against the other side of the doorway, mimicking my actions.

"Now that all formal greetings have been passed. I decided, out of the goodness of my heart, to take you out from breakfast and show you around. I would hate for a pretty little thing like you to be caged up by yourself," he leaned towards my face, "And if I'm being honest. Mr. Thompson ain't the funnest person to be around."

Mr. Thompson? That must be the dad. Before I could think too hard on it, he took my hand and pulled me down the hallway and out the house.

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I don't know what happened yesterday but the village was crowded today. Women chitchatting with each other, men laughing and joking and children running around playing game. It was all so lively. It gave a relaxing feel. Nicholas brought me to, what I assumed to be, a café. It looked more like a cute wooden hut. We took a seat inside in one of the back tables.

There was no menu on the table. I looked at the cashier to see if there was a list but sadly no. "How will I know what to order?" I asked. Nicholas stared off into space. I waved my hands in front of him but it was no use.

Was he ignoring me? I guess there is only one way to find out. "Poop."

Nicholas gave me a wtf look. "Poop? Do you want to use the bathroom?"

I held my head down in embarrassment. "No. You weren't responding. Are you ok?"

"Oh yeah. I was just getting the menu." He shifted in his seat and started tapping his fingers on the table.

"Getting the menu? How?" I started tapping along, drumming to the same tune.

"From memory. So, tea, coffee, orange juice, milk, pancakes, French toast, sandwich, wrap, waffles, bacon, egg, sausage and fruits." He counted off each item on his finger as his nose and eyes scrunched together.

"Don't wreck your brain too hard. I don't want what's left of it to be destroyed." I looked around the café. It wasn't as busy as in the city. Everyone was in their own little world as they spoke with one another.

The conversations were soothing and somewhat calming. Usually people would be shouting, demanding their order. This was a nice change for once. My body started relaxing as my shoulders dropped. I took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of bacon in the air.

"What do you mean by what's left of it? For your information, my brain is still a whole," he crossed his arms and pouted, leaning towards me.

I rolled my eyes. Even this childish behaviour was different from home. We didn't have time for childish things. You had to shape up and act mature. You had to act an adult now because you will be one in the future.

My dad would have went off seeing a young adult, or maybe teenager, behaving this way. I can still hear his judgemental words, 'This is what happens when you don't give children responsibilities. They think that life is easy-going but it isn't. It is hard work, stress and tears. If he was my son, he wouldn't be having free time to idle about like this.'

Then he would look down on me and give me warning eyes. Almost like he was telling me to try and act like him so that he would punish me. But I wouldn't dare. I couldn't make them upset. Not when they have done so much for me.

A new voice broke me from my thoughts, "May I take your order?"

"Oh umm... I would like to order waffles, sausages and egg with a cup of tea please." I had my fingers linked together on the table as I looked up at him. Damn he was tall.

"Please? I haven't gotten such mannerism since we started talking." And there he goes again with the pout.

"Because you don't deserve it" "Because you're an ass." I looked up at him in shock. He didn't have to take it that far. I looked at Nicholas to see that same goofy smile on his face.

"May I be your ass?" he said with a laugh.

The waiter used his clipboard to hit him on the head before walking off. It seemed that were close. They were definitely friends.

"Do you like him? I saw how you were looking at him." He goofy smile turned to a mischievous grin.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I was admiring his height, nothing more. Is everyone here taller than me?" He looked me up and down as he rubbed his chin.

"With your height people might think that you belong with the kindergarten kids." A scowl came on my face. Again, we have the short jokes even though I don't think that I am that short. "I'm just joking. They'd think that you were in junior high."

That was it. I kicked his leg under the table. "I'm sorry. To be serious, you might find one or two people your height but most are taller than you. Your people are going extinct."

I rolled my eyes. I couldn't take his stupidity anymore. I needed a distraction.

A cup was placed in front of me and a tall glass of orange juice was placed in front of him. "But you didn't order anything?" I pointed at the glass in front of him, "How are you getting food?"

He looked at me and shrugged. "This is my usual order. Anyways, back to the topic. Would you date the waiter?"

I took the cup in my hand and took a sip. It was steaming. I gently blew against it. "What are you getting at? Trying to set me up?" I took another sip.

"I'm not trying to set anyone up. I'm just making girl talk." he did the quote-on-quote fingers and I couldn't help but to laugh.

"Girl talk ehh."

The rest of the meal was placed before us. "Let's forget about this now and eat." I slight blush rested on his cheek from embarrassment.

"Ok then."