The TimeKeeper

Stalker much?

A/N: This chapter may be short ,but I hope it is still exciting enough to read it... please read, comment and vote!

Em pov

It has been a while since that eventful day. I'm now living with Rosie in her two-bedroom apartment. Her house was cosy, and had a very homey feel to it. Like I said, it had two bedrooms, an open kitchen, a small dining area and a fairly large salon. The rooms had their own ensuite bathrooms. Surprisingly, both the rooms shared a balcony with the magnificent view of the city.

My room was a bit smaller compared to Rosie's room. When I first entered the room, there was a single cot which was pushed towards the window, which overlooked the neighbourhood and a cupboard to keep all my things in. I searched the room for a hidden compartment or a camera. I am not usually like this, trust me. I developed this habit to be on the safer side. The last time I walked into a stranger's home just to use the loo and freshen up, the host had taken away all of my things and had the guts to act innocent. How rude! When I was satisfied with the results of my search, I quickly dumped my dress in the cupboard and fell on the bed.

I didn't know when I fell asleep, but I was wide awake an hour later when Rosie poured a bucket of ice cold water on my head. When I asked her why she had to use that old trick to wake me up, she just shrugged! I couldn't help but roll my eyes and drag myself to the bathroom, muttering curses under my breath along the way. She did nothing but stand there and laugh at my childishness. I took a quick shower and changed my clothes before I caught a cold. I didn't have the patience to put on makeup and was too lazy to straighten my wavy brown hair. So after I felt that I looked decent enough, I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. I found Rosie making breakfast for the two of us.

"Come on Em, eat up! We have a long day ahead ", she said cheerfully. I looked at her puzzled. I didn't have a clue about the plans we had apparently made for the day. "What do you mean? "I asked her. She looked at me as if I had grown another head. I became a little self-conscious and started to straighten out the shirt I had borrowed from her.

"We need to get you a phone, some clothes and of course a job!", she said clapping her hands and jumping around a little kid who just got to know that she was going to get some candy. "And you are excited because...?" I prompted her to continue my statement as I ate the chocolate chip pancakes she made for me. "You see, last week when I ran into you, I had just finished meeting up with this guy who wanted to sell this piece of land.", she said with a grin.

"What about the land Ro?" I asked her as I took another large bite of my breakfast." The good news is that I was able to buy that land after a good bargain and now we are going to celebrate!", she says with a proud grin. I smile at her. She was just amazing. "What are you planning to do with it?" I asked her. "I was wondering if you could help we with that.", she said.

"Ro, I already told you, I'll help with the bills once I get a job. Speaking of jobs, can you help me hunt for one?", I asked her as I didn't want to depend on her for all my needs. She seemed to think about it for a while and when she looked at me, I knew she had made a decision. Whether I was going to like it or not, I wasn't entirely sure.

She got me job at a small café as the pastry chef. How she knew that I loved to bake, I have no idea. I thanked her a thousand times when I got to know that I got the job after a small interview with her friend, who now happens to be my boss. Working at the café was nice. It was soothing for me and I found it easy to interact with people.

It has been a week since I joined the café. I have been feeling a little weird every time I set a foot into the café. I look around trying to figure out what might be causing the unusual air in the café. Every time I look around I feel like it is only me who feels like that. I see happy couples sitting at the back of the café, where no one can disturb them, sipping their drinks and whispering some sweet nothings to each other. I also see a few students who are sitting by the window of the café, sipping their piping hot drinks and typing away on their laptops, probably trying to finish their assignment or homework. There are some other people who are reading a thick book – some are novels and some are text books.