1.4: Fate?

I think my grandfather would have loved this.

He always used to talk about fate, and destiny… And after everything he went through in his life, well… I guess I can understand why he believed in that stuff.

Anyway, I’m probably reading too much into this whole thing… And this could be the alcohol talking. Don’t think it’s all worn off just yet, but I wanted to jot this down before bed.

Remember that party I crashed last month? And the cute secretary at work?

Turns out she was there. Can you believe it? She came up to me today and asked me about it on my lunch break… And her English was actually pretty good. “I’ve seen you before.” She told me. “You’re that funny man from the party, yes?” I couldn’t stop laughing. She must’ve thought I was such an idiot!

But… Maybe not that much of an idiot. Because she invited me out for drinks tonight.

Woah. Now that’s definitely not what I was expecting. I tried to play it cool, of course… But I was so damn excited, I think I could have kissed her. And not just because she’s cute or anything… I just couldn’t believe that I actually had plans! Someone wanted to hang out with me! It almost felt too good to be true.

Anyway, we had an awesome night. She met me down at one of the nightclubs down by the waterfront. Some fancy place with a name I couldn’t even pronounce if I tried.

We danced for a while, and had a few drinks… But we spent most of the night just talking. And I learned a lot about her. Turns out she’s not from around here either – She grew up in Portugal, but her dad was actually American, and she used to visit there a lot growing up… Now it makes sense why her English is so good. She’s living with a few friends in a big house in the city – I guess her family’s got quite a bit of money, like mine. But I’m guessing that, unlike me, she didn’t refuse their help…

Her name’s Jade, by the way. But she giggles at the way I say it. I guess my accent’s all wrong or something… I dunno. Her last name was what made me laugh – Rosa. Rosa and Rosebrook… Kinda funny, huh? Our paths have crossed more than once, and our last names are pretty similar…  I guess it’s pushing it to think of this whole thing as ‘fate’, but I couldn’t help but think of my grandfather, and wonder what he’d make of it all.

Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself. I mean we’ve only gone out once… And I’m not even entirely sure you could call this thing a ‘date’. Nothing really ‘happened’. Not even a kiss.… And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t kinda hoping it would. But hey, no matter what happens, at least I’m making a new friend. And this one I can actually talk to… Sorry, Bjorn.

 

 

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