Jasmin motioned for me to sit down. I shook my head, pointed to the church door behind us, made my hand into a fist and opened it really fast, letting her know that I thought it was miracle enough I didn't burst into flame the moment I walked in. Sitting down would feel like pushing my luck and frankly, with the way things were going, I didn't feel very lucky.
She only laughed. She'd understood me after all then.
I walked around the empty church while Jasmin got down on her knees and began to silently pray. If someone had told me that I would be spending part of my morning in a church that day, I would've laughed. I would have never gone in on my own. But Jasmin had wanted to pray. And since her mom had other things to do and she definitely couldn't be walking on her own since she couldn't hear a car coming behind her, I told her I would go with her.
It was different from the annoying mass services I used to sit through while the priest went on and on about the sanctity of marriage while I was sure most people there thought that fidelity was a fancy way to play the violin.
It was quiet here..
Kind of relaxing.. like the place radiated serenity.
I let some time pass and decided that Jasmin should be done praying by now. I began to walk to where she was kneeling at when I felt something almost make me slip. I looked down and it was a playing card.
My first thought:
The priest has been gambling.
I almost laughed but then I saw the card. It was a Joker.
The exact same card design from the one playing card I had found a year ago on the floor between me and Nikki. After a joke card reading Max had given me using playing cards a few weeks before when I pulled out a Joker and she said I would meet someone special soon. And then when Nikki and I had started dating and I told him about it and pulled out the card.. and he had pulled one exactly like the one I had.
And now, months later in a different country when I'm having doubts, I find another one exactly like it in a church.
I stood there, staring at the card in my hand when Jasmin taps me on the shoulder and points at the card, asking what it is.
Coincidence, I mouthed to her.
She smiled and mouthed back:
There is no such thing as coincidence.