The Night We Met

Part Six

''Um, yeah, me too.'' I wanna slap my hand against my forehead. ''I mean, you'll be there. It's not like you have a choice.''

Where's all that stuttering coming from? I ask myself. 

Waaaaaaaaaait a minute. Hold right there. My two brain sides are not cooperating.

Did he just say that he's looking forward to see me? 

It kind of hit just right now.

The fact that my favorite footballer is talking to me. I had a lunch with my favorite footballer. I actually gave him my phone number and there's a terrible picture flooding around his phone with me in it.

Yeah, I don't think I'll ever get over that fact.

''Yeah, I really don't.'' He laughs. ''Okay, I guess I'll se you tonight.'' And he leaves down the path, after I say goodbye to him.

I start walking back to the office, a smile spreading across my face.

''Dear Lord, someone wipe that smile off of her face. It's annoying.'' Madelyn, my boss, throws her hand in the air, as I walk back to my office room.

I only hear her words as I close the door and sit in my chair. They kind of dig their way into my heart, leaving a ditch behind. I press my lips together as I look down at my shoes. Why is a happy person an annoying person? If I wouldn't be hanging on a cliff with job offers in this town, I'd go out there and tell everyone what I think of them.

But I guess it has to stay like this for a while. It's in peoples blood to pierce others. I wish I didn't learn it the hard way.

If I would be in Madelyn's place, I wouldn't judge anyone here. I'd actually set some ground rules. First, no judging of others in this workplace. Second, follow the first rule.

A ding and my phone vibrating in my pocket distracts me from thinking.

My mom sent me a message. And a picture.

I unlock my phone and open up her message and I see a picture of orange tulips with yellow stripes, the ones that used to grow only at my grandma's garden. I never found the ones like her anywhere else but her garden. 

I asked her, where she got them, and she said that it's sort of like a magic seed - they only grow when you know you've met your real true love. That's how she and my great-grandmother found out that their loves are the true ones.

Me: You visited grandmas'?

She instantly replies.

Mum: Yeah, decided to stop by. Greetings from Grandma! She's baking again.

Me: Oh, that's good! Hug her from me, will you?

Mum: I will :)

I place my phone back down and swirl in my chair, thinking about ideas to write about. But like I said, there's nothing to write about until Dortmund's game tomorrow. I pray that they'd win. It will be a hard game, and so far it's a one draw and two looses. A win would be good.

I bounce up from my chair, and I take my coat and leave the office again, this time until tomorrow.