Joost And me

Vague and silent

Mia held the door open for me when we arrived at Boutanic Garden.
Our place where we always go to eat and drink when something needs to be said, but also our standard place during the week.

We took the table in the middle of the restaurant, where we always sit.
Mia sat down and I took a seat across from her.

I grabbed the menu and before I could look at anything Mia opened her mouth again.

"So, why didn't you answer your phone when I called you? I was worried sick!"

"I was probably still sleeping on his couch at the time." I looked over the menu.

"I called you four times, at 5 o'clock in the morning, at 6 o'clock in the morning, a quarter past 6 and half past 7." But at 7 o'clock in the morning you were at my door so I thought, maybe you didn't have feel like answering your phone..."

"I forgot.." I say softly as I look over the menu.

"What did you forget??" Mia says with questioning eyes.

"Say then?" She pulls the menu away from my face.

"My bag, which also had my phone in it." I mumbled.

"WHAT!? You forgot your bag there? How, how do you do it?" She shouted in the middle of the restaurant, everyone around us stopped eating and looked at us.

"Mia please, I already have so many headaches, please speak softly.." I sighed deeply.

Luckily the waiter walked over to our table, for me it felt like I had been released from suffering.

The waiter asked us what we wanted to drink and whether we knew immediately whether we wanted to eat something.

"I'll have a ham and cheese omelette, please, and a rosé." I nodded affirmatively to the waiter to see if he had heard me.

"For me, exactly the same as what she has." Mia pointed to me and also nodded to the waiter with a smile.

Before Mia could say anything, I decided to tell the story of what happened myself.

"Mi, listen, I didn't like being with him and that's why I left." I said without hesitation after the uned had walked away.

"What do you mean you didn't like it?" She looked a little surprised and with a tilted head.

"First, I was in my underwear on his couch under a blanket.. Second, I don't know him personally at all and it was weird and I felt uncomfortable too."

"Yes, but Mara I really had to undress you because you were sweating all over and he was so worried that I thought I could leave you there." Mia also seemed to feel attacked.

"Don't get me wrong.." I waved my hand and gave her a smile,

"But I woke up because he put his hand on my head, probably to see if my temperature was dropping. Very sweet of course, but it was all very strange and also what happened afterwards."

"Huh?? His hand on your head? And what happened next? What happened, so sweet and romantic!!" She said beaming and in a cheerful voice.

"No, not romantic, it was just weird. I also panicked a bit. He stood in front of me and didn't want me to leave when I wanted to leave and he also kissed my neck and then when I didn't want him to, he got a little angry, or a little... a little very angry." I gestured.

"Omg so he stood in front of you while you stood in your underwear?" She let out a very loud cry of laughter from her throat.

"No.. nooooo, I had that blanket wrapped around me. The thing is, I just felt bad because I woke up there too. And I was so stressed because he got mad that I forgot my bag there."

"I really don't know what to say, Mara, sorry, but what I do want to know: did you kiss? And why did he get angry. I feel bad for you that it ended like this.." She went from happy to worried and Mia lifted her lip as she said the last word.

"No, we haven't kissed, I'm not the type to immediately kiss someone either. And yes, how should it have turned out differently? We don't even know each other, we have to remain realistic."

Meanwhile, our food and drinks were served on the table. We both looked at what we were served, as if we had never ordered this here before.

Mia picked up her cutlery and cut into her omelette and took a bite. Because she had food in her mouth, she gestured for me to wait and then she would ask something.

".."
"But what about your bag with your things in it?"

"Yes, i will just buy everything again, I don't think I'll ever see or meet him again because it's Joost Klein of course." I shrugged my shoulders.

"I know where he lives, should I pick up your bag otherwise?"

"No, are you crazy? He'll soon think we're stalking him."

"I'll think about it some more," she said.

"Me too" And in the meantime I also picked up my cutlery to eat.

After we had eaten extensively and ordered another round of rosé, we asked for the bill.

The waiter came to us and said that our bill had already been paid by someone in the restaurant.

"Who then?" I ask curiously.

The waiter points to the table in the far back corner behind us.
Mia and I both look back at the table in the back at the same speed out of curiosity.

Two men wearing caps and sunglasses raise their hands to say hello.
I immediately recognized that mustache and smile from 6 meters away.

Joost, he sat there with a smirk.