"Hey Emi!" She had that bright smile that made her way too beautiful.
I reached her and we smiled at each other, both of us seemed happy to see each other.
"How did you find my room number?" I asked her, still wore that bright smile.
"I asked people around, if they knew any scary girl room." She let out a small laugh.
"What did they say?" I smiled, for real actually.
"They immediately mentioned your name." We both laughed continuously.
"Come in." I was still laughing.
I opened the door and we entered the room. We had stopped laughing and she analysed my room, from the walls, bed, ceiling and the tiles.
"Woah!" She continued analysing it, "your room is really pretty."
"It's not as big as yours, you literally leave in the highest floor." I smiled at her. "I don't even have transparent walls to see outside. It's just a typical hotel room."
"But I like it!" She jumped to my soft bed and she sat on it.
I smiled and I went to the small white fridge after the bed, beside the left wall. I brought out two drinks and I sat at the small couch, facing opposite the bed.
I did not have a living room in my hotel. It was just a typical rich room. A bed, small couch opposite it, a bathroom and a dressing mirror beside the bathroom.
I slid the drink to her. She took it, opened it and she gulped it. There was silence and we both stared at each other, nothing to say.
"Did you give him the letter?" She broke the silence and she cleared her throat.
I smiled brightly at her and I nodded at her.
"Wow! You are really brave." She sipped her drink. "What did he say?"
"He didn't say anything. He definitely can't answer me right now." I gave that smirk that scared people.
"You are so weird!" She squeezed her face and she dropped her drink.
"How?" I asked curiously.
"How?!" She said sarcastically, "your clothes are always black, you speak like a ghost, you act like one. So you want me to keep mentioning?"
I chuckled a little and I gave my usual smirk.
"See?!" She screamed and she made me to flinch, "you smirk like you are those villain from a movie or book."
I laughed and she laughed along with me.
"I guess you guys met coincidentally." She chuckled a little.
"Coincidence?" I huffed, "that's just bull shit!"
"What do you mean?" She seemed curious.
"Let me tell you something," I adjusted myself and I faced her. "I don't believe in coincidence or destiny. You create your own coincidence and destiny."
"Why?" She looked confused than ever.
"Let me give you a sample," I cleared my throat, "we are doing hiking tomorrow, they are going to group us into five groups, which means four in each group."
"Okay?" She sounded very curious.
"If coincidence really happens, you, Henry, Justin and I will be set together." I scoffed and she looked curious and confused.
"Then?" She still looked eager.
"The four of us were literally set up with three different people!" I sighed and I scoffed.
"How do you know?"
"I have my ways." I replied with a sly voice. "But don't worry I set the four of us together."
"What?!" She dramatically screamed and she startled me.
"What?!" I sounded scared.
"How and why! Did you set us up?" She looked annoyed.
"I just went to the event monitor and I reset everything. That's all." I squeezed my face and I was feeling regretful.
"Argh!" She screamed and she looked so worried.
"Why don't you want me to set you guys up?" I asked curiously and I was still startled.
She frowned her face and she carried the drink, she rushed it in her mouth.
"You can't understand." She wore a sad face.
"Forget that." I gave her a convincing smile, "let's talk about something else."
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SUSAN
I really can't believe she set us together. Everytime I met him, I completely embarrassed myself. I was so lost in my thought, I didn't realize I was entering and ruining the flowers. I widened my eyes and I went away from the flowers.
I continued walking in the beautiful hotel garden. I needed to take my mind off what she had told me earlier. I couldn't express my annoyance, who cares if she doesn't believe in coincidence. Why does she have to create my own fate? Besides, he already has a girl.
I walked further and I saw Justin sitting on the bench, alone. I only saw his back view. I was doubtful, what should I say after meeting him? Should I just walk away.
I continued walking further and I completely ignored his presence. I was walking with those heels and I just hoped nothing happened that would make me embarass myself.
While walking, I felt someone throw something at my lower left leg and it gave me a burning sensation.
"Argh!" I raised my left leg and I used my hands to hold it.
I screamed in pain and I looked down to see cigarette. It seemed like it was already used but the tip was still hot. I frowned my face and I turned to my back, to see the culprit.
I saw Justin sitting on the chair, acting all comfortable and he had a pack of cigarettes and a golden lighter.
I widened my eyes and I still had a huge frown. I angrily walked to him, facing opposite him.
"Have you gone mad?!" I screamed with a huge frown on my face.
He seemed less concerned. He picked another cigarette from the pack, placed it on his mouth. He was about putting the lighter at the tip.
I dragged the cigarette angrily and I threw it to the floor. I frowned brutally at him.
His gaze met with mine. He looked like a sadist and he had a nonchalant look.
"Do I look like a thrash can?!" I eyed him and my frown became more.
He still had that nonchalant look, he took another cigarette and he placed it, in his mouth. I picked the cigarette and the pack, threw it to the floor and squashed, twisted it aggressively with my heels. I was panting heavily and I still had my frown.
"Do I look invisible?!" I frowned even more and he completely got on my nerve.
He stood from his seat, he had the same look. I looked up to see him and I felt a little intimidated. He twisted his neck and he cracked it.
"I can't just have some peace and quiet!" He murmured and he walked away from me.
I saw him walking away from me and I felt completely useless and stupid. I couldn't believe that was the person Emi liked. He only had looks and nothing else. Who knows what was going on with him.