We went into his bedroom and he closed the door behind him. I began pacing, barely taking in the surroundings besides the sounds of birds outside the window.
“What’s going on? Did my grandma say something to you? She’s known for being kind of out there to new people.” He asked me as he sat down on his bed, watching me go back and forth.
“Um, yeah. She practically read my thoughts and then told me to go see someone in Seattle. Why would she tell me that? Is this all just predetermined? Why did you go to San Francisco? I thought I didn’t believe in a higher power or destiny. It’s so confusing.” I rambled until he stood up and held me in place.