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DISCLAIMER: As always. I don't own these Digimon characters, except for Evan and now Riley. Don't forget to review @ the end.

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~Chapter Four~

            Could it possibly be Mimi? Maybe she just reminded me so much of her. It couldn't possibly be her.  She has a son who's probably around the age of 6 years old.  That means if she was Mimi…Mimi has a son…whom I never knew of…IT CAN"T BE MIMI! It's not likely to run into someone whom you haven't seen in 8 years.

            If only I knew where she lived then I could come over and see for myself that she's not Mimi and that I'm just crazy. But….what if she is Mimi? She looks so much like her… How come she didn't recognize me?  I think I still look pretty much the same. I mean my hair is shorter but it's still sticking out in every which direction it pleases. Then again, it has been 8 years…and people change even if you, yourself think you haven't. 

            I'm gonna go ballistic if I don't find out who this woman is…

            The rain has arrive again. Great. Like I'm looking forward to a whole day with rain pouring outside. It was around noon and I was stuck inside the cold apartment, bored, and alone.  It'd be nice to have someone you can stay in bed with for the day and just cuddle. Keep each other warm. How I miss that feeling when you're in love with someone. What if I was meant to be alone for the rest of my life? But I don't even believe in those…

            Who cares about the rain. I'm going out in this cold weather.  Make use of this day. At least try to make one decent friend, who will not look or remind me of Mimi… and while I'm out, I'll stop by a grocery store and get some milk and bread. I wonder if they have rice…who knows.

            So now I'm in the grocery store, just mindlessly walking around when all of a sudden I accidentally walk into a person who was carrying some stuff.

            "Oh. I'm sorry!" I apologized as I bend down to help her pick up her belongings.

            "It's ok. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." She said, also bending down. Then our eyes met.  She was gorgeous. Her flaming red hair cascading down over her shoulders as she kneeled down and her bright brown eyes looking into my cold blue ones.  She surely took my breath away.

            "Neither was I." I smiled.  She returned it.

            "I'm Riley." She held out her hand.

            "Matt." I said as I shook it.

            "Are you new here?" She asked, getting up with her stuff.

            "How'd you figure?" I asked, surprised she knew.

            "I come here often and I've never seen you before."

            "Oh. Yeah. I just moved here." I told her.

            "From?"

            "Japan."

            "Really?" Her brown eyes widened. "That's pretty far!"

            "Yeah. What about you?"

            "I've lived here my whole life. I'm pretty much a New Yorker." She smiled.  There goes my breath again.

            "That's cool."

            "You're English is really well, considering you're from a foreign country."

            "Thanks.  I took lessons in high school and college." I explained, proud of my well spoken English.

            Riley and I ended up talking for another half an hour. We had a lot in common.  She goes to NYU and she's majoring in art. She's in her last year of college. She's an interesting person and I'd love to talk to her again. I went back to my gloomy apartment with a smile on my face.  I got her number…So my goal was accomplished. I did make a new friend, plus I'm taking her out to dinner tomorrow night.  So maybe rainy days are not that bad…

~end of chapter 4…