''Ok so what's this brilliant plan of yours?'' I asked sighing.
Celia and I walked through the forest and we we're about to go to the spring to talk in private.
We spotted Rock there though which kind of pissed me off.
''Hey Rock! Me and Celia are here to talk…'' I hissed, twitching my eyebrows, hinting him to leave.
He just stood there and smiled widely.
''That's good, so can I-'' He started.
''Yeah, yeah. I know it's good. Now get! Oust!'' I exclaimed irritated, pointing to the exit of the forest.
Rock left disappointed, once gone Celia took my hands into hers and looked at me with concern.
''You shouldn't speak to him like that…You might scare off the potential candidate.'' She smiled sweetly as I opened my mouth wide, shocked, and disgusted a little…
I released from Celia's grasp and looked at her angrily, stomping my foot on the ground.
''Candidate!'' I snapped.
Celia nodded.
''Well, yeah…You said that-that old friend of yours use to visit Forget-me-not-valley during the summer to see you…There's a good chance that he settled in this valley. So I'm thinking…That maybe he's one of the three guys in this valley…''
I crossed my arms and a sceptical look formed on my face.
''Celia, You think too much…And you don't know enough!'' I continued once I figured she wasn't going to answer.
''My childhood friend had brown hair and blue eyes. None of the guys here look like that! Rock has blond hair, and has brown eyes. Marlin DOES have blue eyes…BUT he has black hair…And Gustafa…Well…He has blue eyes…And he…''
''Has brown hair'' Celia added happily. Trying to convince me.
I opened my mouth again, trying to chock words out.
''No…It…Can't-''
I sighed again and looked up at the ever so cheerful Celia.
''All we have to do is set you two up on a date together…And that way you can get to know him better and see if he's the boy you met when you we're young…Simple!.'' She clapped at her own brilliant idea. ''Hakushu! Hakushu'' She applauded with tears of happiness, even though I knew she was just teasing.
''So…What will be the recognition factors?'' She asked. I tilted my head slowly. ''Huh?''
''Well, you know…What do you remember of your friend? That way You'll be able to tell if Gustafa's him or not.''
I sat down on the ground and crossed my arms again, in thoughts.
''Well…He liked animals…And he liked grapes, So he probably likes wine now too…He was the sweetest guy ever really, but he seemed kind of shy.''
Celia sat down close to me, picking a flower and rubbing her fingers on the stem.
''That's all you remember…?''
''No…There's more…I remember…That I gave him something special that day…Before he left.'' I finished and then looked over to her, waiting to hear her verdict.
''Is that enough?...'' I asked nervously.
''Yeah!'' she answered getting up off the ground on dusting off her clothes. ''I think we can set you two up…And will see, if he's the one.''
She paused for a moment but uneasily took a couple of steps towards the exit of the forest, before turning around again. And waving good-bye.
''Bye-bye.'' Celia shot to me ''Be sure to be done your farm work at around noon! Everything will be set up by then!''
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I woke up slowly from my sleep the next morning, not to pleased that I finally had to get out of bed. I dragged myself outside. And went into the chicken coop and fed the animals, I walked hesitantly to the barn where I found that my cow was acting even sicker then yesterday…
''This doesn't look to good…'' I ran over to the storage room where I left Takakura a note, so he would take a look a Kohana for me while I went on my date. I felt kind of guilty about just leaving that to Takakura…It was my job afterall…But I also didn't want to disappoint Celia, even if I really wasn't looking forward to going out with Gustafa…Good guy, but I don't think he seems like my old friend, the friend that I knew…My friend was shy and calm…Gustafa is simply aloof…and on drugs (what? Maybe...)
After my work I ran back into the house to change, nothing fabulous to wear, I put on sweat pants and an average orange t-shirt. I made sure that I looked as plain as possible, and did my best to be purposely late to the date.
I hide a sly smile If he's such a nice guy…He won't mind if I'm a little late!
I went to our meeting spot, the bar, and sat at one of the tables close to the counter, where Gustafa was already sitting. He took his eyes off his watch and set them on me.
''Oh, nice to have you.'' He said coolly. He wasn't dressed oh-so-fabulously either, his normal clothes, his normal weird looking flower hat (Can normal and weird be used in the same sentence…?) Anyway, I sat informally on my chair as me and Gustafa ordered some food that we could share.
''So we'll share the food…?'' I asked, mind wandering, as he nodded.
''Oh, I see…You spent all your money on those drugs?'' I stated harshly.
''huh?'' He looked at me rather hurt.
''No, no of course not…I just thought…That it would be nice to share…'' He answered sadly. Well, I'm glad he didn't yell at me…One point for him.
''So do you like…say animals?'' I asked again, picking at the food that was infront of us.
''Yes, animals are very good creatures. And I adore them.'' He smiled sweetly. Another point nice guy…
I tilted my chair back and waved my hand in the air, signing Griffon, the bar tender, to look at me.
''What will it be, miss? '' He asked, continuing to wash off beer glasses.
''We'd like to order your finest wine.'' I stated, and looked over to my date. ''You…Don't mind do you?'' I asked him, hiding the ever flowing slyness in my voice.
He nodded that he didn't mind and we continued the night talking about the farm, and animals. About Gustafa's past. That didn't reveal anything I could use as proof…I didn't talk about my past though…Because it was so blurry and troubled that it made me ill just thinking about it.
Once the clock striked 10 pm I got up off my seat and my date did the same.
''Oh so you're leaving?''
''Yeah…It's pretty late and-''
And I still don't have enough proof…
Gustafa headed towards the door to open it for me, I grabbed onto his wrist before it could make it to the doorknob. I stared at the floor without expression.
His wrist…The wrist…
''Show me your wrist.'' I whispered blankly.
He showed me both of his bare wrists and I sighed in defeat.
''Sorry…I'd better go now…'' I opened the door myself without looking back and made my way to my farm which was close by.
Only to find Celia waiting patiently with a wistful look on her face.
''Sorry to break it to you…It's not him.'' I forced a smile as Celia frowned.
''How can you be so sure.''
I shifted my weight from one leg to the other and shrugged.
''I have proof, what more can I say. Visual proof…His wrist…Yes, they we're bare…No sign of memory, so it's not him…'' I sighed, not knowing if it was with relief or with discouragement. All I knew was that Gustafa was not ''him'', my ''him'' was somewhere, he was someone, but he wasn't Gustafa…
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