The last couple of weeks have been good. I have been settling into my new place and this new work life pretty nicely. I'm still trying to find my way around grey and sad Amsterdam. It looks like I'm actually starting to miss my family now. Tomorrow I will be celebrating one month at Deloitte. Here is a quick update on my life. I have one new friend. Unfortunately, it is not the blue-eyed baby cupcake. It is a third-year, so basically my senior. He is engaged and just turned down the job they offered him. He wants to move back to the UK with his fiancée, get married, and have lots and lots of babies. This guy and I immediately became friends due to his insane love for football and his reckless betting on Manchester United. He loses most of his money on our beloved Manchester. We are both in this love-hate relationship with Man United. He understands the toxicity of being a Man U fan. He understands that on some Saturdays, we wake up happy and then by 16:00 we are in a deep depression because our favorite football team lost to a team currently threatened by relegation.

I met his fiancée the Saturday after the first week of work. We went out to watch the game, and she came with her cousin, who had zero interest in watching Manchester United. The cousin was too busy fighting on her phone with who knows who. Ooh, flashback to that Saturday.

Mark invited me to watch the game with them at one of the local pubs. It would be him, a few mates, and their partners. I was psyched because I got to watch football with die-hard fans and would be meeting Mark's fiancée. I needed to meet the fiancée, since we'd be hanging out together on most weekends to watch soccer. Mark and his mates were at the pub real early; it seems like all of us liked to watch the buildup.

It was about fifteen minutes before kickoff, and then Mark's fiance ,Lexie came with a bunch of her girlfriends. All of them looked very snobbish. The last girl entered, and it looked like she wasn't part of the bunch. She was too busy on her phone. They walked too fast for her and were at the table before her. She was fixated on that phone. Once she looked up to see where Lexie and the others went, I nearly lost my mind.

Arizona? Like Arizona from work? She made her way over to the table, and I offered her my chair. Still, she was in a deep conversation on her phone; she just nodded at me and took my chair. I had to stand for the next 90 minutes. I got irritated with her as there was no "thank you" or anything. She just took my chair and spent the whole 90 minutes on her phone.

When the game was done, she was done. She wanted to go home. Lexie insisted she stay. She huffed and puffed, but then she went over to the bar and came back with shots.

"See, now this is how I imagined you," I said, smiling at her while I took one of her shots.

"Well, I didn't imagine that you would be so crazy in love with guys running around behind a ball," she responded.

So she noticed? She noticed that Manchester has my heart. She noticed that I have a pair of lungs on me, yet she made it seem like she was too busy to care.

"How would you know I like football? You are too busy fighting with your boyfriend," I hinted.

She put down the empty shot cup holder and dragged what used to be my chair closer for her to sit. She threw her beautiful blond hair over her shoulder and thumbed her right finger on my Man U badge.

"I know you like the red team. I know you know every name of every player, and I know that you just won your bet." I was flattered; she seems to be watching me when I'm not watching her. But no mention of who she was talking to? Was it her boyfriend? Were they fighting? Am I being silly? I did not want to seem desperate and ask about the boyfriend again.

"So, red team huh? You don't watch football?"

"Nope, I don't watch soccer," she said. I know she was being sarcastic with her soccer comment, but I'll let her be. Americans say soccer; the rest of the world says football. Who cares, no one died.

We didn't talk much again that night, and she practically ghosted me at work.

Each of the ten interns gets divided into five different groups. Every partner gets their own group. Arizona and I were not in the same group. I was the type of person that stayed in my lane. I get to work, earphones in both ears, listening to Amapiano. Every single day, the same routine. Not making friends was completely my own choice.

Arizona and I never spoke at work. I, however, longed to speak with her.

One month into my new job, we had a first-year welcoming dance. A dance totally dedicated to first years, or should I say the dance where we make total fools of ourselves. You either had to dance, sing, or tell a good joke. I decided to tell a joke in front of the whole team of Deloitte Amsterdam. My joke sucked. No one laughed. My joke was so bad. I stood on the stage with the MC, and there was total silence for about 30 seconds. Longest 30 seconds of my life. When the MC excused me, I ran straight to the toilet.

How pathetic, sitting in the toilet crying because I just made a fool of myself. I heard one of the stall doors open. It was like one of those horror movies. Each time I heard a stall door just getting thrown wide open. There were four doors, and three were already opened. Oh shit, it's my turn now. I'm about to be killed by a lady with only half a head because I suck at jokes. Boom, bang, my door flew open. Guess I should've locked the door.

I was so scared to look up and kept my eyes closed the entire time, just ready to have my head chopped off. I could hear the footsteps approaching. A soft, gentle hand touched my chin and tilted my head up. "Head up, Princess, that's hardly worse than that 7-1 loss Manchester had to Liverpool."

When I gazed up to see who it was, I was met with the most beautiful sea-blue eyes. I couldn't help but laugh at the sneaky shot Arizona just gave my Manchester.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her as I wiped my tears.

"I came to give you a kiss to cheer you up," Arizona said. My heart stopped. What the hell? Where is this coming from? Now, all of a sudden, what is this, am I dreaming? I started laughing awkwardly. I was confused because we are not friends. We do not talk at work. She practically ignores me all the time at work.

I was speechless; no words left my lips. My lips were moving but refusing to make a sound. I wanted to say something, but before I could…

She kissed me.