When I got back to my house that night, I leaned against my closed front door and slowly slid down to sit on the welcome mat. I just sat there, eyes bugged up, shaking my head for several minutes. I glanced at my watch. It was just after 7:30, which meant that it was just after noon back home. Jumping off the floor, I ran to my phone and started dialing with shaking fingers. The phone rang five times before my sister picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey! It's Kirsten. You will notBELIEVE who I just met!"

"What? Who?"

"Dero Goi!" I screeched and cleared my throat.

"Wait…what? THE Dero Goi?" Her voice was riddled with suspicion.

"Yes! THE Dero Goi! I just had dinner with Dero Goi!" My words were rife with excitement and disbelief.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. I thought you should be the first person to know."

"Wow. I'm….jealous."
"Understandable," I laughed.

"So what was he like? I demand details."

"Well, he was just how I'd imagined. Very friendly and smiley. He was genuinely impressed when I told him why I speak six languages. I am not ashamed to admit that this night has pretty much validated my entire existence," I answered seriously.

I could almost hear her eyes rolling. "Like you need Dero Goi to validate your existence. You're a friggin' humanitarian."

"True," I laughed. "Perhaps that was an exaggeration."

"Okay. So you just had dinner with everyone's favorite German. How the HELL did that happen?"

"I must say, I've missed your potty mouth," I teased.

"Are you going to answer the question? Or do I have to fly to Germany to find out?"

"Oh right. Well, it was Serendipity," And I recounted everything that had happened yesterday and today.

"Wow. Just…wow."

"Iknowright?" I said in a rush.

"So his last name is Gottlieb?"
"Yep. He told me that Goi is an abbreviation of it. Rather clever, I thought."

She fell silent a moment then said suddenly, "Can I come live with you?"

We both laughed.

"And what would your husband say?"

She snorted.

"So you said that their son is about your age. Is he attractive?" My sister asked suggestively.

"Well, of course he is. It would have been a genetic abnormality for him to turn out differently. Valeria is just as drop-dead gorgeous as Dero."

"I find that last bit hard to believe," Andrea joked.

"Hmm…True. Nobody's as good looking as Dero. Anyway. I should probably let you get back to work, huh?"

"I suppose you should. Though now I know I need to ask for some time off. Got to go visit my sister in Germany, eh?" In my head, her eyebrows were waggling. They probably were in real life, too. Laughing at the image, I said farewell and we hung up. Then I collapsed on the couch, still in shock and contemplating the fact that Mathias really had been very good looking.