Lost


He pushed open the door and I reluctantly followed him inside. It was a small apartment, just big enough for him and a friend, I guess. It had two minuscule bedrooms, a tiny bathroom, a decent sized living room and a moderate kitchen.

Heh, apartments in Canada weren't much different from the ones back in Minnesota.

He disappeared into a different room and I just kind of stood there, feeling very out of place. It began to sink in right then just how stupid I really was. Traveling all this way to meet a stranger. I really didn't know what I was expecting.

He could murder me! Chop me up into little pieces and store me in his fridge. I shook my head to clear it of such morbid thoughts.

Taking a tentative step forward, I surveyed the living room. A sofa, a chair, a TV, and a lot of game systems. There was also a computer, which I knew was the one he used to chat with me online.

It felt surreal, stepping into this person's life. He had only really existed to me as a disembodied voice or text on a screen. But now he was real. This was real.

He appeared again and looked at me quizzically. "Do you want to put your stuff away?"

"Where?" I nodded. This duffel bag was getting awfully heavy on my shoulder. I'd love to put it down and relax.

He motioned for me to follow him and so I did. Right into his bedroom. I wasn't expecting this at all. It was immaculate. The bed was perfectly made up and not one sock was lying on the floor. Everything seemed so neat and organized.

On the floor next to his bed was a futon mattress convered with pillows and blankets.

"You don't mind sleeping there, do you?"

I shook my head. It was fine. Although I'd expected something more like...the sofa? Shrugging it off, I dropped my bag on top of the mattress.

"I'm not sure what I want to do first," I admitted with a grin. "Sleep or eat."

He smiled. "Eat, probably. You can sleep after that."

He had a good point. At that moment, my stomach rumbled. He chuckled softly and took me by the hand. He started telling me about this place downtown that had really good food. I only half-listened; I was more interested in the fact that he was still holding my hand...

The restaurant was quite cozy, but the staff didn't speak very enunciated English, so I had a hard time understanding them. I managed to order a side salad and a cup of brocolli cheese soup, so I was content.

I kept my gaze averted, thusly I spent more time looking out the window than at him. This was due to the fact that he was staring at me very intensely and I was almost nervous to meet his eye.

"You're cuter in person," he finally broke the silence. Which caused me to nearly choke on my water. I stared at him in surprise.

"Well, that was random," I giggled. "To be fair then, your eyes are a lovely shade of green."

His eyes were quite dazzling. They were a lighter green, almost near hazel. I'd never seen eyes like that on anyone before.

As soon as I said those words though, a pink tint lit up his cheeks. I smiled openly then. It really was easy to make him blush, just like he'd promised. How fun.

After killing off our initial awkwardness, we were able to have a polite and friendly conversation over our dinner. By the time we left, the sky had grown dark and I'd become a lot more sleepy.

I slipped under the blankets on the futon and shut my eyes. He bid me a goodnight and turned out the light.

"I'm glad you decided to come here, Kayla," he whispered. I grinned. Likewise.