It all started with a note. Her life in Wakefield University has been perfectly normal until the note came into her life. But with an ex boyfriend trying to win her back, a past she's trying to runaway from and a new man in her life, will she be abl...
I am a coward. It's been 3 days and I still don't have the stomach to call my father about him going here in America. Anxiousness is slowly eating me whole and my only comfort is the crumpled beautiful note. I don't believe in fate or destiny-- by the influence of my brother—but I sure do believe that there are things in this world that can be neither explain nor comprehend. But one thing is for sure, this note gave me solace somehow and I will be grateful for it.
The urge of wanting to find whoever wrote this makes me feel giddy inside. I wonder what he will do when he sees the note. It must be important; those words aren't just written without emotion because I can feel it. It's so strong that I can almost touch it.
When I look at the clock, it reads 8:00 am so I decided to carefully place it on my desk and take a shower. As soon as I got out of the bathroom, I went ahead in preparing myself for the day.
Walking towards my first class, I took a little detour and went to a coffee shop. The bell rang when I open the door, making the barista look over at me and smile. I smiled back and walk towards the counter.
"Cappuccino?" He asked.
I smiled as he remembers. "Yes, please."
He went about making a cappuccino for me and I wait there with my eyes suddenly wandering around. I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure by the window. He's dressed in a plain knitted sweater and pants as he reads a newspaper with a coffee mug on hand. He was the guy I bumped into a couple of days ago. I could never forget his chestnut hair. He seemed so mature for his age and for me, that's a first for a guy. He somehow shows regality and responsibility.
"Here you go." Said the barista, making me look back at him as he pushes my cappuccino towards me.
"Thanks." I paid him and take my cup. I was debating whether or not I should approach him but --as if they have a mind of their own—my feet drag me all the way to where he is sitting.
He must have heard me coming towards him as he looks up only when I am 2 steps away from him. "Guten Tag."
I didn't know if I was amazed or stunned but whatever it is, my mouth fell open. "I first thought you were an Italian because of your accent but I surely didn't know you speak Deutsch."
He smiled. "I am Italian but I heard a faint German accent when you spoke days ago so I figured why not greet you by your native tongue." He chuckled. "I was kidding. That's just a guess."
I laughed a little. "Nobody has ever suspected that I am German."
"I am honored to be the first though I don't think it's exactly that as I have only guessed it." He smiled at me before gesturing his hand towards the empty seat opposite of his. "Would you like to join me?"
I know I should probably be going but once I looked at his beautiful chocolate eyes, all thoughts about my classes were gone. I place my cup on the table and sit down, smiling as I look at him. "It's funny that you could hear my accent. Have you been mostly with Germans?"
He shook his head lightly. "I had a..." He trailed, his eyes tells me he is remembering someone so close to him. ".. German friend." I nodded. His friend must have been so dear to him especially how he emphasizes on the latter words. "This must sound crazy, but I haven't introduced myself. My name is Callum Gray." He said, extending his arm across the table.
I gladly extended mine and shook it. "Vita Heisenhoff, nice to meet you."
"Pleasure's all mine." He lightly squeezes my hand before letting our hands go. I must admit that I felt something as our fingers touched I cannot only pinpoint on what is was.
"So Vita, aren't you going to be late for class?"
I looked at my wrist watch and could not help the word that came out of my mouth. "Sheiße!"
Callum looked at me in confusion. "I have a feeling that meant to be a cuss."
I chuckled. "Yes. I'm sorry I must go or I'm going to be late."
"Till next time, Vita Heisenhoff." He said, grinning.
"See you whenever, Callum Gray."
Of course, I was late. Late as in I went inside the classroom 2 seconds before the professor does. Kaitlyn gave me that where-have-you-been-and-what-took-you-so-long kind of look as Professor Brandt starts the class.
Later. I mouthed. The class begins as Professor Brandt shows us different slides of paintings between 10th century to 15th century by famous painters around the world. I love paintings especially by Sandro Botticelli so when once of his works flashes on the screen, I couldn't help but beam. I have seen almost all of his works personally thanks to my Nonna who has been so kind for accompanying me to all of the museums that showcases his works so I didn't bother looking back up and write down a few notes on my notebook.
"Funny, that portrait somehow looks like you." Kaitlyn whispers as she points at the screen right in front of the class.
Confused, I look back up and saw a portrait of an auburn haired girl. She's facing to her left that only her right side can be seen.
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Professor Brandt explained that it was from Botticelli's workshop and the identity of the woman was unknown but was made in mid-1480.
Why do I have a feeling that I have once seen that dress? I have to admit that I have not seen that painting before or if I have, I could not remember.
