Why?

I turned the card around and saw that there was only one sentence written on it. Why? What is the meaning of this? This must be a joke, right? "Meet me at Rose Cafe, I'll be waiting for you." I seriously have no idea if this is real or a joke. Does he mean today like right now? After last night all that drinking gave me a small headache. So this is adding to it. I really don't want to do anything but sleep. I looked at my watch and realized it was only eight in the morning. It's too early for this, I want to go to bed.

I decided to go and take a shower it's early but the weather is already very warm. After the shower, I put on my pajamas and think if I should meet Vincent but what if it's a prank? What if Mark is behind this? No way I'm going. My house is two stories high. It has a small living room kitchen and a small bathroom downstairs and upstairs is only one bedroom, a small closet and a bathroom with a bathtub. I was so happy when I saw it had a bathtub. I always wanted to have one. My bedroom is pretty big. I have a desk and bed on one side and next to the bathroom I have the corner where I would paint.

So looking at the corner I remembered I didn't set it up but I haven't even bought the paint so I head to my closet and decide to put on a red spaghetti strap shirt and a thin beige cardigan with some light jeans and black and withe converse. Nothing crazy, I'm just going to get the paint and supplies I need. When I went downstairs I saw the bouquet of flowers on the kitchen table and put them in a vase. But then I see the card and I feel troubled. Would he be waiting for me right now? Should I just go and see?

As soon as I got in my car I decided to pass by there. For two reasons, the first reason is that it's on my way and I can use some caffeine. I still have a small headache and I can always order coffee to go if he's not there. The second reason is that I feel bad. I'm already avoiding him by not messaging him, but I don't like to give my number to just anyone and I don't think I told him that. I'll have to tell him when we meet.

The cafe isn't far from a cute art store I like. So I park in between the stores. I don't mind walking a bit. If anything, I welcome it. As I was getting closer to the cafe I saw Vincent sitting outside under a table with an umbrella. He was on his phone texting away. I feel so guilty. I got the bouquet about two hours ago. There's no way he's been waiting since then right?

Getting closer to the cafe I saw a couple of girls sitting around at another table just staring at him talking among themselves and giggling. Obviously talking and checking him out, I don't blame them though he is a pretty good-looking guy.

I'm nervous to go and talk to him. Something about him makes me nervous. Maybe it's because I don't know him and I don't want to. Regardless, he doesn't seem like a bad guy. I guess I should make a new friend. Before I say anything he gets up and turns to me with a beautiful smile.

"Hi, Luna I'm so glad you came and hope you liked the flowers. It took a long time to figure out what type I should get you?" He says as he approaches me. I immediately look inside the cafe and see it's not packed and immediately feel guilty.

"Were you waiting for a long time? What if I didn't come?" I ask as I look at his dark brown eyes.

"I didn't wait for that long just till eight in the morning but that's not your fault I came here to read and do some work." He said and started to pick up his laptop and book from the table and put them in his backpack. "Want to go and get coffee. I can use some right now." He says with an innocent smile.

"Yeah me too," I say as my head starts to hurt again. He leads the way, we order our coffee and sit in the corner and wait for the staff to call us. I then thought of the book he picked up and asked him. "What were you reading and what type of work were you doing? If you don't mind me asking, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, I don't mind." I say awkwardly. I want to know about him but at the same time, I don't, ugh how annoying I shouldn't have come.

"I'm an editor. I edit manual scripts, books, magazines, and much more. And the book I was reading is called The Lucifer Effect by Philip Zimbardo. It's a psychology book and it's very interesting." He said excitedly.

"Wow what a dream job." I'm a little jealous, that sounds amazing to read and edit as you go. It must be so interesting and not boring to do. The staff calls for us and we both go and get our coffee.

"You're going to stay and drink the coffee with me right? You're not leaving." He asks as I'm getting my coffee. It surprised me because I did think to leave right as soon as I got my coffee but changed my mind since I felt guilty.

"Yea I thought you would want me to stay. Where do you want to sit?" I ask and I'm a little perplexed. I don't want to be out, I want to sleep. I'm tired and have a small headache that comes and goes. We head outside back to the table he was before. As I sit down I take a sip of my coffee and it tastes so good. Some sugar and caffeine are perfect.

Although it's hot and burns my tongue a little it's so good. I then see Vincent put his bag on the chair next to him so then I ask. "Why did you want to hang out with me?" I am curious to know why. He looks at me and before answering me he takes a sip of his black coffee.

"I told you already. I find you interesting. Also if I'm honest I've heard so much about you that it's hard to believe everything so I want to find out the truth." It hurts to know that Mark and Sally must always talk about me and make people curious about me because it always ends the same. They always choose them instead of me. I get a little irritated as I already have a headache and this guy probably wants to talk about some dumb stuff that I don't care about.

"What did you hear of me? Or I guess what do you want to know? From the sounds of it, there is something that you want to know." I sigh and answer him, tired already of this conversation.

"No don't take this the wrong way. We've met before, a long time ago when we were young, I think I was a teenager. I don't remember but you helped me. You were very sweet but very timid and shy back then. So when I heard that you and Mark were not friends anymore. I was surprised I didn't believe you did anything wrong, with your personality no way you did anything wrong. But Mark said otherwise but he's stupid and delusional sometimes. That Sally girl made him stupid." He said while looking at me with concern in his eyes. I want to believe he isn't bad but I can't. I have to be on guard. But I'm confused, we've met?

"We've met? I don't remember. Sorry. But what did Mark tell you? I swear if he's spreading more baseless bullshit I'm going to make him regret it." Without realizing I said more than I wanted. "Sorry, ignore the last part." I then see Vincent smile and laugh. Wow, even his laugh sounds good. This guy is perfect. Okay, I need to focus, what is wrong with me?

"You have changed so much I would have never believed you were the little girl who helped me stop crying and find my aunt. I'm sure you cried more than me." I just blushed as he laughed more before continuing. "How would you make him regret it? No way you would do anything mean. I believe you're still a softie." He says while sitting back against the chair making me nervous. And then I remembered when we met.

It was when I was ten and at Mark's birthday party I was going home so I was going to wait outside by the street for my parents to come to pick me up and I heard a boy crying a few cars down.

I followed the sound of the cry and found him. He was lost and he walked out of the house with his cousins on the way to the store around the corner. But they left him behind while he was distracted by a cat. So I looked around to see if I could get someone else to help him but I saw no one. So I grabbed his hand and tried to calm him down but he was crying so hard I cried with him. My crying made him stop crying and so I took him to Lisa and he happened to be her nephew so it was fine but before I left Mark thought I made him cry. I defended myself that I didn't do anything and Lisa stepped in and told Mark so it immediately was fine after that I had to go my parents arrived to pick me up.

I do remember when I turned to walk away he grabbed my hand and asked me for my name but I was afraid I was going to get in trouble so I jerked his hand off me and said sorry I have to go. That was the only time I ever met him. Pretty dramatic and like always Mark and I are like oil and water. We never got along.

"I remember you!" I gasped. I can't believe he remembered me. I totally forgot all about him. I then compose myself and answer his question. "How can I make him regret it. Really easy. I just remind Mark that I can remind Sally how much Mark likes her and make her feel uncomfortable for a couple of days with him and that's enough to break Mark for a bit. Or tell her some of the things he recently said to me and she will get mad at him for a bit too" I say with a giggle escaping my mouth.

"You changed a lot." He says with a smile.

"I had no choice," I said while looking down. "I changed but in a good way I'm happier," I say as I look up to him with a smile.

"Next time you want revenge on Mark, tell me and I'll take care of him. I love him, he's my cousin but sometimes he can take things too far." He looks at me with assurance in his eyes. I never usually stare too much but I can't look away. I look away as I look for my coffee and drink some to calm down. "Are you seeing anyone?"

I almost spit my drink out but I saved myself and drank it before embarrassing myself more. "What the heck? Why the random question. But no, I'm single." I say and I drink more coffee now, more nervous than before. He's so random I feel like our topics keep changing.

"Would you-" Before he can say anything we both hear someone yelling my name.