A/N: DAYYYYYY FOURRRR. What's the next clue? I don't know either.

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Day Four

Without thinking about it, I took out the black Rolex watch that could possibly be my match's one and checked the time as I waited for my shift to end. I just wanted to grab another item of my match's from Kisses & Pages before I'd head home to get some rest and possibly try to put my clues together.

Once it was six in the morning, I took off and went to my desired destination— the café. When I arrived there, Rosalie was just flipping the sign of the door of the café.

She gave me a look of incredulity. "Seems like you're my first customer. Did you really just come from the hospital right away?" She glanced around the street that was lightening as the sunrise before opening the door for me.

"Yeah, I guess I did." I replied. "I just wanted to hang out for an hour or so and then go back home."

"Alright." She said. "Anyways, what do you want? Your regular or...?"

"Regular's fine." I told her as she returned back to the counter. "What's there for today?"

"I have a feeling you're not talking about the specials." She narrowed her eyes into slits as she looked at me.

"Maybe I'm not."

"Hmm," She grinned at me. "Seems like someone can't wait to know who their soulmate is!"

"Oh, shut up," I snapped. "I'm just having fun guessing who it is."

"You know, maybe that Rolex was something your match left around here or something." She told me.

I paused. "Wait a minute, didn't a guy come in a few days ago asking if you saw his black Rolex?"

She gasped. "Oh my god. I do remember that, but I don't remember who! Okay, you know what? While you sit here, you can observe all my regulars that come in for their daily coffee. One of them is surely the owner of that Rolex."

"So... then what?" I asked.

"Don't give it back to him yet, but probably on the last day when you get your last item then you'll really know it's him or not."

"You're the one who hands out the items. Have you seen any of the items that are familiar to you? I mean, you're one of my close friends, so surely you must recognize the things that I've probably left here that you gave to my match."

"Yeah... There's this guy who keeps getting things that are related to you." She recalled.

"Who's he?"

She opened her mouth, but then smirked. "I can't tell you. I'm not supposed to, until Christmas when you really don't know who it is."

I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Okay, just one thing— is he hot?"

"Well, he's actually one of the hottest regulars I've ever had. He looks like a Calvin Klein underwear model, I swear." Rosalie said.

"Hey," I snapped my fingers in front of her face. "You've got Emmett, for god's sake. That guy's mine, okay?"

"Wow, being so possessive over a guy you haven't met or known. That's really creepy."

"And here comes another customer." I sighed when I heard the entrance bell chime. I went over to a table nearby and sat there, looking at everyone who came in. Soon, there was a long line and Rosalie's other baristas came in too.

I watched as there were other people collecting some items from the other jars for the glass cupboard. They gave Rosalie a smile as they went off with their new things. So far, I didn't see anyone receiving anything that originally belonged to me.

After rush hour was over, I just went up to Rosalie when she wasn't busy.

"Are there anymore regulars coming in?" I asked.

"Well, there is one more, and he hasn't come in yet." She replied. "He should be in at any minute now. He always comes after rush hour."

My cellphone started buzzing in my pockets.

"Oh no, it's my neighbor." I read through the text message. "He says that Wints just showed up at his door bleeding badly. I have to go now."

"Wait," she said. "You haven't collected your item for today."

She handed me a photograph of a female model in front of a building.

I frowned. "I don't understand the picture."

"It's for you to break it down. Now go; Wints needs you." She shooed and I ran to my apartment building, knocking on my neighbor's door.

The door opened. "Mr. Hemsway?" I panted. "Where's Wints?"

"Miss Swan, the cat's just inside." The elderly man moved aside for me to enter and I found Wints sitting on the couch, licking himself.

"Wints!" I sighed, carrying him to examine him closer. I took a sniff of his fur and paused. "Wints, did you get into the condiments' cupboard again?" I asked him even though I knew he wouldn't answer because he couldn't. I thanked Mr. Hemsway before going into my apartment to find the bottle of ketchup left open with its contents spilling out.

"Wints!" I groaned. He jumped from my arms and ran away. I quickly grab a cloth and rinsed it to clean up the mess. "Do you always have to make it hard for me to live?" I asked.

He meow'd back in response.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I waved him off. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but if he could talk, he'd make up some lame excuse. "Come here, Wints." I patted my lap as I laid down on my couch. He messaged my stomach while purring, trying to make up for the mess he had made earlier.

I scratched the back of his ear. "I love you too." I replied to his purring and sighed.

I was either going to be single, running for long shifts all my life with only Wints to come home to or have a boyfriend or husband to give me flowers in the hospital even though I'm just working and kids to call me 'Mom' when I get home. Just four days ago, I wouldn't even be thinking about that. I closed my eyes, trying to let some sleep take over me.