It was just a normal day.
Nothing exciting to do. Just waiting for the clock to run out so I can do something fun. I kept checking the time but every second felt like an hour...
After a while I decided that I would go outside to have a look around town in order to look for something interesting to do. It was a cold day in winter, and there was a pretty thick layer of snow lying outside which had fallen overnight. The sky was filled with grey clouds, looming over the countryside, which made it look like it could start snowing again at any moment. I decided to make sure I was dressed in some warm clothes before going outside. I put on an extra layers of socks, put on my shoes, grabbed my winter coat from the coat rack and went outside.
When I stepped outside and closed the front door behind myself a wall of cold air hit me. The way from my porch to the sidewalk was already filled with white, heavy snow again. The only indication of my previous work was the different level of the layers. Slowly I made my way to the mailbox which I had already checked 5 times today. The cold of the metal bit into my fingers. It was still empty. It was always empty. With my hands in my pockets I turned left towards the park
Did I remember to turn the oven off? I walk back inside to check. I walk into my kitchen and I see that I did in fact turn it off, a part of me knew that already, but I always check.I walk back outside. I check the mailbox again. Still nothing. I should relax, go to the park, I wont change the test results by worrying about it.
The snow crunched under my shoes as I walked along the street.
No cars passed when I walked slowly.
The only person I saw was my neighbour.
She was an old, wrinkly lady who seemed to always sit by her window and stare out. Her grey, piercing eyes seemed to be the only lively thing about her.
I crossed several traffic lights and finally I could make out the ancient pine trees towering over the outer city.
As I entered the outer city, it appeared to me that it had started snowing again, if only ever so slightly. “I can still go back home and do nothing” is what I was thinking to myself. At this point I was about as far away from home as I was from the inner city. I stopped walking, slowly looking around while thinking whether I felt like going home or not. Ahead of me I could see the contours of a church in the distance, whereas behind me there was the countryside, covered in a blanket of fresh fallen snow. My thoughts wandered off for a while, as I was in awe of both the beauty as well as the coldness of this view. Before I had realised it, it had started snowing more heavily, and I decided that I didn’t have any other choice than to enter the city, and to look for some sort of shelter from the weather.
I continued down the street at a faster pace, looking for somewhere fitting to sit down and catch my breath. I saw a small cafê with only a handful of people and thought this is perfect. I opened the door and heard a bell ring above me. One of those old traditional ones that are meant to make it look cute and family friendly I assume. Everyone turned to look at me but I didn't react, I brushed off the snow and found an empty seat in the corner.
As it was a small cafê a waitress showed up at my table immediatly.
She was around 17 but she obviously had experience.
"Welcome, would you like to place an order?"
I looked at her, looked at the menu and back at her.
"Uhm, I - can I have a look at the menu first?"
"Sure, if you want to order just wave me over."
She turned around and left me alone.
I looked at the menu.
There were some hot beverages on it, as well as a variety of cakes.
Decisions were not my strength and I read the whole menu five times.
Only then I realized that someone was standing on the other side of the small, round table.
"Would you mind if I sat down?"
“Sure, I don’t mind.” I said, after which I decided to read the menu yet another time before actually making a decision on what to order. I decided to go for some hot chocolate as well as chocolate cake, after which I waved to the waitress so I could place the order. While I was busy ordering a beverage and some cake, the man that had been standing next to the table for some time had finally decided to sit down. After the waitress had noted my order I finally had a moment to look around me in order to assess my surroundings. Up until that moment the man and I hadn’t really exchanged any words apart from the moment the man asked if he could take a seat. At that moment, however, my gaze finally crossed that of the man for the first time, and I noticed by the way he was looking at me that he must’ve been watching me closely for a while. “Is there something you need from me?” I asked him as I tried to get an impression of what kind of person it was.
Maybe he's some kind of pervert? He had a long coat on and a fedora, his beard was shaggy and I think I smell whiskey. He pulled his hand towards me, his hands were scarred and dirty, he must have been a worker.
"Can I see the menu?" He asked.
"Oh, yes of course. The cakes here are wonderful" I lied. I'd never tasted the cakes here, it just slipped out as I gave him the menu.
He looked over the menu very briefly and puts it down.
"I'll have what she's having"
We sat in complete silence until the waitress brought us two plates and two steaming mugs.
The cake was very soft and someone had attempted to decorate it with some chocolate sauce which,
in my opinion, made it look like someone had tried to summon a lower class demon on my plate.
Of course there were marshmallows in the hot chocolate.
I hated hot chocolate with marshmallows.
Secretly I looked at the man opposite of me, while poking the cake with my fork.
He cleared his throat and folded his hands, looking up he said:
"We somehow thought you would expect us to come here."
There was a short moment of silence as I looked up to the man, and tried to figure out what he meant.
“I’m sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about” I said.
The man raised his eyebrows for a moment, after which he returned to his original expression.
He looked like he wanted to say something for a moment, but he decided to eat some of his cake first.
I was full of questions about the sudden appearance of this man, and what he could possibly have to do with me.
I thought that it must have been some sort of mistake, so after about a minute of silence I asked him: “Are you sure I’m the person you’re looking for? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you or heard of you before.”
The man stopped eating his cake and stared at me with his distinctive green eyes for a while.
After about 15 seconds he finally said: “Do you really not remember who we are, what I’m part of?”
An awkward silence followed after that.