Let's ask fate

sixteen

Serendipity is surely against Jennie

Jennie and Lisa were on the subway train on their way to Brooklyn. Jennie was super anxious at the possibility that they are getting closer and closer to finally finding Roseanne. Lisa can feel Jennie's anxiousness, as she gets tensed too, she starts to bite her nails, while Jennie rocks her knees up and down. Jennie count the stops, as they gets closer and closer to their destination.

Jennie leans closer to Lisa, and looked at the watch on Lisa's wrist. Lisa raised her hand slightly up, so Jennie would have a better look at the time. She took a deep breathe, and nods to herself. 

-There's still time. We can make it

Lisa just chewed the inside of her cheeks and massage her temples. Then rest her head on Jennie's shoulders. They both wait patiently for their stop. 

-Thank you for letting us in. - Jennie said. She and Lisa are now sitting in a small ass sofa chair, placed in the center of a huge ass apartment. 

-Uhmmm Now, Mr. Minion, we have an odd and somewhat personal question to ask you- Jennie didn't hesitated and went directly and straight to the point. The man who looks like in his forties shakes his head, and corrects Jennie

-Mignon- He said while he lifts his hand and gestures with his fingers as he pronounce his name. Jennie looked at Lisa, as if saying that it was she was saying. Lisa shrugged her shoulders

-Mr. Mignon- said Jennie, she copied the hand gesture of the man

-Mignon. Like the meat. - the man then smiled

-Mr. Minion, a few years ago, did you live with a girl? first name Roseanne?- Mr. Mignon again shakes his head. He pulled one cigarette from a box that he was holding and lights it with a match stick. He waits till Jennie finishes talking

-You know, attractive, blonde hair, kind of, like mysterious,  you know really amazing girl.- the man seemed to think. He fans, shake his hand to put out the lit match stick

-Oui-

-Do you know where we can locate this individual?

-No, I do not.- Mr. Mignon answers were short, he shrugged his shoulders

-Uhmmm, How about, do you remember her last name?- Lisa asked the question

-No.- 

-OH! Come on! You don't remember the last name of your ex girlfriend? I mean, I find that hard to believe.- Jennie spats, Lisa elbowed her side, that makes Jennie glared at her.

-You don't understand anything.- Mr. Mignon sit up straight, his voice started to raise a little

-She was not my girlfriend. She was just uh, a roommate.- Mr. Mignon explains. Jennie and Lisa made an O shape with their mouth as to realized they were wrong to think that Mr. Mignon was once Roseanne's boyfriend

-She stayed for a very short period of time. She was placed with me by a....

-Roommate finder service?- Lisa continues Mr. Mignon thoughts'

-Oui, oui, oui. She stayed with me with her boyfriend for a few months...

-Yeah, I really don't care about him- said Jennie, she rolled her eyes at the sound of 'boyfriend', Lisa again elbowed her side

-And then he moved out very quickly. And at the end of the year, she moved out too. That's it.

-Yeah, but did she leave anything behind? maybe with her last name on it? like a receipt, a bill? or like a piece of luggage?- Jennie asked

-No, No, no.

-Anything would help, really. Anything? - Jennie pressed

-Well, I remember she sat on me- said Mr. Mignon, as he inhales his cigarette

Jennie looked at Lisa. Lisa looked at Jennie. Their eyes grew wide, with somehow a confused and disgust face expression, they both looked backed at Mr. Mignon

-She... She sat on you?- Jennie hesitates, but asked anyway

-Yes she sat on me for a while.- Mr. Mignon smiles as he remembers the memory. Jennie and Lisa's face looks like they were about to puke

-I found her, very inspiring- Mr. Mignon continues, he looks far away

-I guess this is why I started painting her in the first place.

-OH! OH MY GOD. She sat for you. I'm sorry- Jennie lets out a grateful sigh, she puts her hand on her chest, as she felt relieved

-That is what I said.- Mr. Mignon rolled his eyes

-That's what he said- said Lisa

-That's what I said

-Yes, clearly.

Mr. Mignon looked at the both of them as if asking, so what now? he shoots his brows up

-Do you happen to have the painting?- Jennie asked

Mr. Mignon, thinks for a moment, then suddenly stood up, and rushed up to his steel stairs.

Jennie, nudge Lisa, after they stood up

-Hey, Lili, Now you're gonna see what it's all about. You know, when you see her face. - Jennie said boasting Roseanne's beauty to Lisa. Lisa just nods. Few more seconds, Mr. Minion appeared from the sort of balcony upstairs, looking down at Jennie and Lisa. He was holing this long rolled canvas

-This is her, yes?- Mr. Mignon, unrolled the canvass, letting it fall down, and reveal the painted picture of him, of  Roseanne, to Jennie and Lisa, who is looking up expectantly.

Lisa let out a small giggles, the moment she saw the painting.

-Uhmmm, Yeah sure. Around the eyes, a little.- Jennie said. Lisa still laughing silently

-You definitely get the Aussie thing, with the koala and the kangaroo?  That is a kangaroo, right?- Mr. Mignon. wasn't happy with the reaction he was getting as he rolled again his artwork again, and puts it back to where he took them.

-Do you have a name? for the roommate finder's service?- Lisa asked

-They would have the information.

-Absolutely, yes, yes. that- Jennie said, tapping Lisa's back

-Yes, so you have that name?

-No, I do not. - Mr. Mignon said. Jennie's knees almost gave out, as she thought of another dead end

-But if it helps, I do remember where the service was located.

-YES!! ABSOLUTELY. WHERE? WHERE?- Jennie and Lisa said in unison

Mr. Mignon appeared again, looking down at Jennie and Lisa from the somewhat like balcony

-Manhattan

-Where in Manhattan, Mr. Minion?

-On 60th street.

-Eastside? or Westside?- Lisa asked, she is now getting impatient of Mr. Mignon's fragmented answers

-It was just next to that....- Mr. Mignon's head pops out again, as he peeked through the balcony to looked at the two below

-On the left of that splendid little patisserie,- Mr. Mignon smiled. he thinks what's the name of the patisserie, then he snapped his fingers

-Serendipity.