There's Dutch in this one, just a few words so I'm not gonna translate it for you, if you want to know what it means, just google it. Google has all the answers. Enjoy *slowly backs away*
41. What are the odds
What are the odds, I moved to New York and I think I just met the love of my life. I'm 22, I was born in a small town in the Netherlands but after I graduated high school I decided to go to England to study English literature. That was when I was 18, luckily I liked what I chose and I got my degree. Four months ago, to be exact. Then I went home for a month but I soon got a call for a job in New York, they wanted me because I graduated with such high marks. I knew I needed to take the opportunity so I packed all my shit and got on a plane. Now I live here in a small apartment, payed for by the company I work for. I work as a translator for a company that trades with the Netherlands and Belgium, sometimes Germany. They thought it would improve their relations if they had someone who spoke Dutch and could still understand English really well. So now I'm on the board and my boss Gary is explaining how everything works, I like it.
Back to what I was about to tell you, I think I just met the love of my life. I was walking down the street to Starbucks and I ran into some girl, I was already taking my headphones off and apologizing before I had even seen the person. She dropped her bag and some stuff fell out so I helped her pick it up, that was the first time I actually looked at the woman in front of me. That was also when my mouth fell open and all that came out was a whisper, wow. This woman was gorgeous, she had bright blue eyes, black hair and the fullest lips I have ever seen. She must be a model or something. When I finally stopped staring and closed my mouth I stood back up and I said "sorry for that, I should've payed attention. Can I invite you for some coffee? I was just heading to Starbucks"
And she agreed, she didn't want to go to Starbucks so now we're walking to a cafe she knows.
"I'm Beca by the way" I look at the beauty that is walking next to me
"pleasure to meet you Beca, I'm Stacie" Stacie meets my eyes and I lose myself in them for a few moments "you don't sound like you're from here"
I smile, yeah, it's really obvious that I'm not a New Yorker. Not that weird after I've only been here for a few months "you're right, I am from the Netherlands" I don't expect Stacie to know where that is or that the country even exists.
"you're from Holland? That's Awesome, I've been there like four times, I love Amsterdam" she bites on her bottom lip "wait I know some Dutch" it's really cute, then it comes "goedemorgen" it sounds nothing like it at all but it is so adorable that she tries. So I answer in my language
"het is eigenlijk al middag maar ik vind het goed klinken" I chuckle when I see Stacie's confused face, "I honestly didn't think that you knew where Holland is, most people don't"
"wait hold up, what did you just say" the model pushes me in a café and down on a chair "you better not be making fun of me"
"I would never" I say with a wide grin on my face "but if you really want to know, I said it was an adorable effort"
"are you calling me cute Beca" Stacie winks
"it's no secret that you look amazing, I'd be surprised if you weren't a model" I reply honestly
"as a matter of fact, I am" she looks down at the table "if I didn't look like this you wouldn't have asked me to have coffee with you"
I take one of Stacie's hands in mine and draw little circles on it with my thumb "if I'm honest with you, yeah, I was shocked to see someone as good looking as you but you know what the thing is? Not only do you look amazing but in the like 10 minutes that I've known you, you also seem like a nice person, which is great because in my time in this city I haven't met many nice people. So let's keep talking and let me prove to you that I'm not just wasting your time"
Stacie is now looking me in the eye "thanks, I understand what you mean, you know, with the whole impolite people thing here, but when you've lived here your whole life, it is normal" she then tucks a string of hair behind her ear. How is it possible that one person contains so much adorableness but is also unbelievably hot, most people should be and are probably jealous. Stacie looks at her phone "oh shit, I have to go" she holds her hand out "give me your phone"
"bossy" I say as I put my phone in her hand "I like it" and I wink. She gives me my phone back
"you should call me" she says before she walks out the door
And I just sit there, reflecting on what the hell just happened. I might take it back, this city does have nice people in it, at least one. Who happens to also like me and look like a goddamn angel. Man, I'm lucky.