Yellow

Yellow Watch

I'm a person who is really conscious about time. I get agitated whenever I see that I'm behind schedule. It's a feeling that a lot of my friends don't like as for them it seems a bit exaggerated. I can't really blame them though. It became like an addiction to me. Always looking at the clock to know what time it is. It's the only thing that's keeping me from grasping my unwanted reality. 

I knew that time would still continue even If I'm no longer living in my human vessel. I always thought, 'Maybe I am scared of dying?' but then as I tried to think harder for the answers, I realized I was not. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's bothersome. I look at the time displayed on my phone, "11: 11 a.m", at this time I should be doing what was on my schedule which was me doing paperworks that are due next week for our meeting but I wasn't. I looked ahead of me and saw this unknown café nearby. I wanted to try something different and so I did.

I entered and eventually smelled the strong aroma of coffee beans lingering everywhere in the café. Feels serene and peaceful. I wonder when was the last time I ever felt those sensations?

 I couldn't remember. 

I sat down near the windows and thought "Wow, I am finally breaking out of my boring character".  

 A waitress came by and I told her I wanted a cup of macchiato. 

'tick, tock, tick, tock'

That was the sound of the clock above me. I had an urge to look at it but I promised myself even just this once, I wouldn't let my addiction ruin me.

"Hi, I saw you sitting here alone and thought that maybe you wanted some company can I?" said someone snapping me out of my thoughts. 

It was a guy. 

A stranger. Someone I have never known. He is wearing a plain shirt and khaki pants. Hair neatly in place and seems amiable enough. I couldn't say no, can I? He was just standing there anticipating an answer and I don't want to be rude. 

"Sure, I don't really mind" was my only reply. He sat across me and just smiled. He smiled just like that for few minutes and I was stuck in my place like a glue. I didn't know what to say.

 Besides of being a time conscious person, I also have trouble meeting new people. I go full mental when meeting someone new and that was one of the reasons why dating was out of the picture for me.

"Do you know what time it is?" He asked suddenly. I looked at him with a question on my face and looked at my phone to check the time even If I didn't want to.

"Exactly 12" I told him. He chuckled and I found that very odd.

"Did you know that the number 12 actually means a sign from our angels that good things are on the way to those who are positively focused and trust in the universe?" said he.

"I don't believe in those stuff, you make your own path so that good things come to you willingly" I retorted.

"Ah, a skeptic" 

and then silence. But it wasn't the kind of awkward silence more likely it was tad comforting. I blankly stared into space again when he suddenly started a conversation.

"Timing is amazing don't you think?"

"How so?"

"I was feeling down today but I happen to take a glance on you and thought that maybe I can share some of my problems to a stranger"

"There are other people in here but why me?" I replied formally.

"It's just a feeling I had that maybe you were the right person"