Chapter 1: The meet

Have you ever felt like your mind was blank, whenever you were about to do any sort of activity? Even whenever you were about to wake up from a 6 to 9 hours of sleep? Or in some cases, whenever you cannot sleep nor not enough and stared at your own personalized computer? What is on our mind? What is in mine? And who's 'we'? It will make more sense, if we start from the beginning.

I was returning to my home country from 1 month of working abroad. Not exactly a great accomplishment, however, it is better to be back home than spending money at hotels and gospels for who knows how long, without knowing when you may get another place to work at. If you were wondering what was I working as, I was doing a farmer's job. Harvesting vegetables and fruits. Strawberries, to be exact.

It turned out that the job was easy, only if you did it during your free time and without a timeline hanging on your back. On the bright side, I managed to get same amount of payment that I gave for the plane ticket. Except for the application and the medical check-up, no refund for those, even if you were the president.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. How impolite of me. My name is Matt Y.

You're not yet privileged to learn my last name, not until you are finished reading my story. I dare you, hahaha.

What can I say about the town where I live at? One word: a town. You want pictures or knowledge about the century monuments, culture, its population and such, I suggest you to google it all by yourselves, because this is not a history subject, where 95% of teenage brains in a room would ignore and miracilously, passing the matriculation.

What was I doing during my free time? You'll learn that bit by bit, from time to time.

Right now, I would like to tell you the story about how I met...someone that I didn't know it was possible to exist. And no, its not the cast of 'Friends' nor the cast of 'Deadpool' ,unfortunately.

I was at a salesman-consultant course, which helped me only in small details. It was like trying to learn to communicate with customers against your will. Why against your will? Because who in their mind wanted to talk to mediocre customers, which most of them were dissatisfied,snob,unreasonable and my favourite: stupid. I was a trainee at a furniture store. Granted, I was not a valedictorian, I too had flaws, but I would never be that customer, who asks for details about one lousy outdoor lamp. What is there to ask about? You can read all about it on the box. It goes on and off. That's it. Finish. Move on.

My part-time job was to sort things out and fill up empty spaces on the shelves, reducing prices to reasonable amount, giving directions around the store and be the clerk, if necessary. Do not ask me about my social life, because that was a mistery to me as well. I wouldn't say that I was anti-social, its just not easy. I was shy, awkward and unpopular guy. In other words: a wallflower.

Relatives aside, it was difficult for me to make friends. To make a friend.

During work, I was carrying a heavy, expensive carpet to the other side of the store for a nice presentation, which was successful. One of the managers gave me the task to hang the carpet on the cords,like a display model. As I noticed, the cords were about 8 feet high and almost invisible to a human eye. If you observed from afar, you could see the carpet was hanging in the air vertically, as it express its beautiful, color-oriented and well-tailored patterns. As I was on a step ladder,staring at the material, feeling happy that I did the job properly, I was unaware that my weight was getting heavier by standing on it longer than 10 minutes. And yes, I was counting. Without hesitation, I was going down step by step. In the middle of it, I stumbled and was losing my balance. One of the trainees held the ladder quickly, but it was too late for me to react and I fell down on my back, the back of my head hit the tiled floor and lost consciousness as my vision goes dark and blank. Last thing I heard was the customers' gasps of shock and murmurs.

I slowly opened my eyes an hour later, at least I think it was an hour later. As I was gaining my consciousness back, sat up and realized, I was at the break room of the store, still had my uniform on,laid down on an old mattress, that was used by us employees, to sit down and relax. Before I asked myself out loud what was I doing here, someone walked in, saw me I was awake and approached toward me.

'Hey,how are you feeling? Any permanent damage?' He asked as he looked at me with confidence, but he was also neutral. I was surprised that it was him. I was speechless. Ryan C. He was the most popular, attractive, responsible and mature young man.

'I'm all right..still sore, but I'll live.' I rubbed the back of my head, felt a bump , but my hair managed to hide it. I was feeling a bit nervous when I noticed he was looking at me from his spot.

'You have to be more careful, you know. Not only it was dangerous, but also brought everyone's unnecessary attention.' He looked at me sternly. It was hard for me to read him. Was he concern or not? Before I could defend myself, one of the managers appeared by the door.

'Guys, we got work to do. Matt, you go home and rest. You can come back on Monday.' He looked toward Ryan. 'Ryan, a customer needs your attention.' After that, he left and it was just me and Ryan in the break room.

'Go home and rest, man. And be more careful next time.' After that, Ryan also left the room and it was just me in there, feeling embarrassed and sore on the head.

Without saying a word, wore my casual clothes and went home for the day. But there was one thing that still wasn't clear: Who took care of me while I was unconscious? Was it Ryan? Or one of the other employees that were too busy with work to check up on me?