Where does the good go?

Chapter 4

BANG.

I wake up to the sound of the door banging shut. What the heck? I run out of the room and go downstairs to find it empty. There's an empty glass on the kitchen counter and the milk carton is out. Did he just drink from me without my permission?

Pun not intended.

It's been a day since I found out he was going to live with me. I wanted to talk to him and be on friendlier terms but I couldn't find him before I left. Of course, when my mother had called yesterday, I had to tell her about Paul. 

She cried, freaked out, and almost booked her tickets to come here. That was my cue to freak out, I consoled her and finally convinced her not to come here. I didn't dare to tell her about my whole incident with Mr. Thompson, just the fact that he had come to take a few things belonging to Paul and informed me about the sudden loss.

I went out yesterday to rent myself a bike and explored the major parts of Amsterdam. It was so different riding a bike in the most beautiful picturesque city instead of the scorching heat in California. I still didn't get to ride on the boat but I visited the Anne Frank house ( not to just learn about the Jewish girl but also feel the magic of Gus and Hazel Grace. They were the best couple ever! It's a shame he doesn't exist in real life.) 

It was super crowded though, and it was worth it.  the best part of the day was visiting the Begijnhof Park. The calm, serene place was actually distracting from my problems when I thought it was going to get me back to thinking about living with that stranger.

I ended up dining alone at an Italian café listening to the beautiful voice of a local performer and came back home pretty late last night. His door was locked and I never saw him.

My alarm starts ringing upstairs and I realize he woke me up from my beauty sleep well before my actual time! Urgh! I run up to shut it down and get ready for the meeting with Andrew Moretti. Finally meeting my idol!!

I wash my hair and dress in black jeans and a peach color blouse. I pull my hair up into a ponytail and wear my silver droppings. I don't really wear makeup not because I don't know how to, which is true but also because I don't like it. Why try to be beautiful outside when it's overflowing on the inside?

I choose my favorite shoes and wear my new black jacket and I'm all set.

I pull my purse on the way out and decide to skip breakfast not wanting to be late even though I had enough time. I take my new bike and peddle to The Ambrosial which is just two blocks away, but in the direction I didn't get a chance to explore. The morning is absolutely beautiful here. Though I'm not used to the chillness, I somehow welcome it and try to soak in the beauty as I bike to the restaurant. I look at the shops I haven't seen before and notice the salesmen starting their day. I see some fresh strawberries at a cart vendor and quickly stop to buy a box to take with me so I can share it with some people at work.

The sweet lady looks at me and smiles before weighing the strawberries. When she is done, I reach out to the berries she put in a brown paper bag but she grabs my hand and looks at me and says, "Je zult je soulmate en de liefde van je leven vandaag ontmoeten" Soulmate? Why is she holding my hand? She wants to be my soulmate? Uh oh. She looks old enough to be my grandmother. Why is she looking at me like that? I'm straight!

"Uh mam, can you let go? I don't believe in soulmates, you should find someone else!" I say quickly trying to keep the fear out of my voice and struggling to take my hand away from her tight grip.

Suddenly someone laughs behind me and says, "She doesn't want to be your soulmate" I turn around to the musical voice to ask for help and come face to face with the most important person of my life. Period.