My eyes flutter open as the smell of food overcomes my nose. I yawned and stretched, causing my wrist to hit the headrest, but I didn't mind. I carefully sat up on the bed, and a wave of nausea washed over me.
I don't usually drink this much. What's going on with me? I'm usually more vigilant than this...I hope I didn't do anything stupid while I was drunk out of my mind.
I get up from the bed and look around the room, trying to get a sense of everything. I notice the high, dark grey walls that surrounded me, the silver linings it had that conveniently stopped at each doorway. A giant window sat on the opposite side of the room, allowing me to look down on those who once looked down on me. I was so high up and it would be cliche of me to say that I could see my house from here so I just smile to myself. There was a couch right across from where I lay and a glass table so clear you could see my reflection. Behind the velvet couch was the bar area. Multiple expensive bottles sat on the counter, many of which I can't pronounce. Near them stood two half-empty glasses.
I walk into the bar area and place my hand on the marble countertop. It was very smooth and I haven't touched anything like it before. I could get used to this. I glance over and notice a tray sitting perfectly on top of the beautiful marble countertop, next to it lies a letter. I take the dish cover off the silver tray and smile at the wonderful view in front of me. Bacon and eggs. So simple yet so delicious. I grabbed the letter, which had the hotel logo printed on the front.
The Inn Above Tide, one of the most expensive hotels here in San Francisco. I've always wanted to set foot in a room- hell, even the lobby of this establishment. None of my previous suitors were rich enough to stay here for a night, and none went as far as to write a letter either. I turn over the letter, taking note of how soft the paper was, and begin to read.
My dearest, Reina,
You've truly cast a spell on me, mon chat. When I woke up, my first thought was about you. How you slept so soundly. The unique patterns your moles created on your back. I could lie there for hours connecting those dots. It hurt to have to leave you. I wish I could stay in that bed all day, watching you sleep, kissing you, caressing you, but my work permits me. Hopefully, when I'm back in San Francisco, you and I could meet again and we can relive that beautiful night.
Love,
Evan ♡
My heart flutters at every word. What has this man done to me? He's truly shown that he takes note of every inch of my body and my words, that he wasn't just using me for some kind of 10-second pleasure. I read over the letter again.
There was no number. No way to contact him. If he'd really enjoyed spending time with me, he would've left something, right? No- he probably just forgot. He must've been in a rush to get where he needed to be.
I finally found the perfect guy, and he just vanishes out of thin air. Was last night even real? Just my luck.
I solemnly walk to the tray of food that he has provided for me. This is the only thing I have to remember him by. Leaving is such sweet sorrow- my foot kicks something, causing it to skid across the room underneath the glass table. I walk over, hesitant to pick it up, fearful of it being a bug. It looked like-
A pen?
I bend down and pick up the pen, whilst bumping my head on the glass table. It was an all black pen with gold linings on both ends. In the middle, written in golden cursive letters, read Theravue.
What's Theravue?
I located my phone, which was sitting on the bedside table. It had 5% left on it. I quickly rush to find my charger, which was near the tray of food and plug it into the nearest outlet I could find, which this hotel room oddly was few of. As soon as I unlocked my phone, photos from last night's experience flooded in. Pictures I took of us together, pictures of him sleeping so peacefully. I don't remember taking these pictures but my heart flutters a bit as I began to scroll through. I smile a bit when I land on a short 10-second video I made of us dancing to A Change Is Gonna Come by Sam Cooke. I had propped my phone up on an expensive bottle of champagne that he had ordered to the room and prompted him to dance with me.
Maybe deep down, I did know that that was the last encounter we were going to have...but now that I have found this pen. Perhaps I was wrong. He did want to make more unforgettable moments with me, but he just didn't know how to show it, and of course, left this pen for me to find.
This made me even more eager to seek him. I typed in Theravue in the search bar, and the first thing that came up was a website. It had the slogan, Get Better In Your Own Safe Space. I wonder what genius thought of that. I scroll through the website some more and realize that he is a traveling therapist. He provided many services like Marriage Counseling, Wellness Classes, Individual Mental Health Therapy, and a lot more. It was actually really impressive. I scrolled some more and landed on a picture of him and another gentleman who looks just like him but more...defined. The subtext underneath the photo was Evan Daniel Anton III, LMHC, Licensed Mental Health Counselor, and Daniel Anton II, CEO.
So it looks like my future father-in-law is a CEO, perfect. I clicked the link labeled Social Media and was immediately directed to Mr. Anton's page. His bio was short- the corny slogan as before, Get Better In Your Own Safe Space- Oh I found the genius. He had many pictures of himself and even a pinned family picture. It just showed his wife (my future mother-in-law), himself, and...Evan. They were standing in front of-- what I'm guessing is the Theravue building. Evan was cleverly tagged in the photo, which gave me great access to his page. It was also simple and minimalistic, like his father's, but it was charming. It had his taste. He didn't have many pictures of himself, except for one, which had a yet another simple but cute bio: Being a therapist doesn't mean you have to be stuck in one place forever; being a therapist means you want to go to great lengths to make someone better.
I smile to myself, knowing that he went beyond those great lengths last night to make me feel a hundred times better. I swipe back to the website and scroll until I hit the bottom of the page, and guess what...it had the exact location and number of the Theravue Office. My heart felt like it was beating out of its chest. I almost felt sick. Not because I was sick, but because I'm this close to seeing him again. I'm this close to feeling him.