The taxi pulled to the kerb and its passenger stepped out. Her black dress absorbed all sunlight and her sunglasses and tied back blonde ponytail refracted it. She stepped onto the pavement and looked around her, suitcase in hand. She stood awkwardly on a quiet, empty street and realised she was well and truly lost, the map in her other hand may as well have been written in Spanish because she had no idea where she was. The woman walked over to a nearby cafe and decided she'd eat before finding her new apartment and roommate. She ordered and went out onto the outside seating area with her hot chocolate before setting herself down and pulling out some papers. She removed her sunglasses to see better and examined the sheets thoroughly. On it was a picture of her roommate as well as the number in the apartment building as well as vague directions to get to it. Why the taxi driver couldn't just drive her to the building was beyond her, but none the less she was determined to get there. Looking down at the picture of her roommate she noticed in full detail her face. She was a pretty young woman, about her age with short black hair that curled at the bottom, she had bright green eyes and a beaming white smile on her face. "She looks friendly", the woman thought to herself "let's hope she acts that way."
The woman brushed the hair to the side of her head and felt her temple on the left side, feeling for the red circles that were burned into either side of her head. The doctors had said she was in an accident and they had to perform electroshock therapy on her to make her forget. What accident she was in they didn't tell her, but after the hallucinations stopped they decided to free her and give her an apartment with a new roommate and some money. The doctors had also given her a new name, she looked down at her documents and examined her name ."Cynthia Roberts" Cynthia said out loud. The words didn't sound right, as if she knew deep down that her name was different but didn't at the same time. It was like her past life was a close friend who died and she'd forgotten about in her grief. The thought saddened Cynthia and she finished her hot chocolate and decided to get moving again. She left the cafe and looked at her directions. "First alleyway to the left when you reach The Roost Bistro? Where on earth is The Roost Bistro!" She exclaimed before raising her head slowly. She turned around and looked up at the sign of where she'd just come out of. The Roost Bistro.
She put her palm in her face and walked down the alleyway to the left of the cafe. A couple of roads later and she'd found the apartment building. She buzzed the speaker for her apartment. "Who is it?" A sweet voice replied. "Your new roommate." Cynthia replied. "Oh goody. Come on up!" The voice said giddily. Cynthia climbed the stairs with her suitcase and eventually made it to the third floor. She rang the buzzer. The door opened and she was greeted by a sweet smell, inside was the girl from the picture wearing a green poodle skirt and oven mitts taking a baking tray of cookies out of the oven. She placed them on the counter and Cynthia noticed there were five other plates of baked goods she'd created. "Red velvet macaroons, pecan pancake mini bites, fudge brownies, banoffee cookies and celebration cupcakes." She beamed, pointing to each corresponding plate. "You expecting guests?" Cynthia asked. "No silly." The girl giggled. "No one told me what you liked so I made a selection." Cynthia put her suitcase down and walked over to the table. "I'll put your suitcase in your room!" The girl said ecstatically, running over to close the door and grab her suitcase. "Careful on the cookies, they're hot." She said, running off. Cynthia picked up a celebration cupcake and popped the white chocolate star in her mouth before sticking her finger in the blue, red and white icing. "They weren't kidding when they said she's a sweet girl." She said to herself, before biting into the multicoloured cake.
