All Chapters of Serendipitous Love (Completed): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

 She raise my rent.With this sentence I greet my two sisters when they finally met for the crisis meeting I had called . The crisis meeting takes place in my kitchen, where I have provided glasses and a bit of homemade and commercial schnapps. Which of these I'll pour in depends on how deep my mood will sink because of this terrible news."I beg your pardon?" Asks Anja, the oldest of the three of us, and takes a seat across from me at the dining table. She has pinned up her blonde hair, and sparkling creoles dangle from her ears."I told you that my landlord passed away a few weeks ago," I begin and sigh very deeply and long. For hours I have apparently been doing nothing more than releasing my breaths in this meaningful way. “Well, the building where my café is located was bought by some real estate shark, and since my old contract is about to expire in two months, I received a letter today saying

The next morning I pick up the letter from the investment firm Mynard INVEST to call them and put me through to the boss."I'm sorry, but Mr. Mynard is in a meeting right now," a secretary informed me in a very nasal voice. "Should I give him a message?"“Yes, this is Emma Leimann, the owner of Café SchLemma speaking . Please call me back as soon as possible because I have something extremely important to discuss with your boss. ""Well, Mr. Mynard is always very busy ... But of course I'll direct your request to him, and when he finds time he will call you back."I grip the phone a little tighter in my hand so that my knuckles are white. "When he finds the time?" I repeat with difficulty, barely able to hold back an indignant snort. “This is about my existence, damn it! He has to find time for it! ""Of course, Frau ... er ... Leimann," she whistles, unimpressed by my urgent tone. 'But like I said - Mr Mynard is a very busy man.

"No, I'm not going to let you fob me off again," I interrupt her, boiling with rage. This stupid buckle doesn't have to fear for its existence! She sits in her posh dress behind the desk and types on her keyboard while she gets rid of annoying callers like me. I, on the other hand, am in great trouble and desperate. That's why I promptly forget my good upbringing. “I want to speak to your boss right now! And if you don't put me through, I'll come by in person and camp in front of his office until you let me see him or evacuate me. Did they understand that?""Frau Leimann, please calm down."I swear inwardly that if she keeps talking to me like I'm insane, I'll be blown away. Well, I yell around and threaten her, but this is about my everything; my baby if you want to look at it that way. And every mother would defend her baby to the blood!“I'll see if Mr. Mynard has time for you. Please stay tuned. "I exhale with relief and pace up and down

" Still no light at the end of the tunnel?"A few days later, Anja enters the small kitchen of my café and joins me at the worktop, where I am currently creating new chocolate tarts. I only discovered my passion for baking a few months ago and have since indulged it as often as I can."No, not really," I reply and spread the sweet and richly calorie icing on the round dough bases. "The appointment with the Antichrist isn't until next month, and if I don't manage to negotiate a lower rent, then I'll have to sell my body in the evening to get more money."Smiling, she brushes a few loose strands of my blond hair behind my ears and hides them under the hair net. “Maybe the Antichrist lets talk to him. Always think positively, you know. ""I find it very difficult at the moment."When the tartlet is finished, I stuff almost the whole piece into my mouth so that the chocolate taste can conjure up the lost happiness hormones. I close my eyes

 tell him about the rent increase and also about my unsatisfactory phone call with my currently chosen public enemy number one."Sounds like you got off your temper a little," remarks Leon with a smile when I have finished my monologue."Yes. Crap. That is probably not a very good basis for a negotiation meeting in a few weeks. ""You can still hope that the guy isn't an impotent asshole and that your external attributes appease him.""I wasn't really planning to stretch out on his lap and pay the rent increase in any kind," I reply, grimacing at the thought. I imagine Mr. Mynard - whose full name is Benjamin J. Mynard, by the way, as I researched - as a barely fifty-year-old, ice-cold businessman with a seat who eats small business people like me for breakfast. No, at the thought of sitting on his wobbly thighs and blowing kisses towards him, I don't miss anyone, sorry."But a little charm can never be wrong," protests Leon and tugs at my pon

"I'm stressed," I growl further into my glass and scowl at both of them. They have clearly conspired against me and my fence out of aggression and scratchiness. How mean!"Probably under-screwed," Roni corrects me. “Honestly, Emmi, you really need to go out and have fun again. I understand that the café is a full-time job, but you're still working your way to death. ""At least you killed your love life long ago," Anja confirms her statement.“You're exaggerating.” I need to refill my glass of water so I can continue drinking and buzzing in it."Do you find? Okay, when was the last time you had sex? ”Anja's heavily made-up eyes look at me very intently.“That must have been ... well, maybe eight or nine months ago. Maybe it's been a year, too, ”I put out very softly, and I can literally hear the crack when her jaws touch the table."Good gracious! Emma, you could easily pass for a virgin again. &rdq

Damn it!Saturday comes too quickly, and I flitze early morning again to the cafe to get the key to Else, a robust woman in her fifties and my reliable right hand to make."Have fun, dear!" She wishes me and winks with one eye. "Have a good time, you deserve it.""I'll try it."Then it goes to Anja, who lives a little further away and therefore the closest to the church where Sandy will say yes to her chosen one.When I get to Anja's pretty apartment, I first pour myself a mug of freshly brewed coffee and drink it while Roni works my long, smooth hair with the curling iron. She herself tamed her mane with thick curlers and only has to take it out afterwards and fix the finished product with a ton of hairspray. Anja, on the other hand, who is the only one with naturally beautiful waves, has tied her hair in a simple updo."So that everyone can admire my tattoo and blaspheme about it," is her reason. Her left shoulder is adorned with what I th

"I didn't give him anything to understand with my looks!"“Nah, definitely not. I wouldn't be surprised if he speaks to you in five minutes at the latest or throws you over his shoulder and shoots off with you in the best caveman fashion. ""What are you two whispering?" Our mother pushes her way into our field of vision and shakes her index finger in the air reprovingly. "Stop blaspheming.""We don't blaspheme," I make it clear immediately.“We're just looking at what's in the range today,” adds Roni with a grin."Is it a hint that you want to turn the heads of all the guys here again?" Mom doesn't seem very enthusiastic. Of course, she knows the volatility of her middle daughter and hopes in vain that Roni will finally find the right one and stop towing away a new candidate every week."Not everyone," she replies mysteriously and looks at me knowingly. "One is already reserved for Emma."The loud voice of Elisabeth

“Well, the guy you had your eye on. And who spoke to you as I predicted, ”she adds, grinning happily. "I saw you were talking."That old guy! I could hold her off a little longer and pretend I have no idea what she wants from me, but then Roni would probably use drastic methods to get it out of me. "He just stood behind me so no one could grab my bum anymore." On my pretty bottom , to put it in his words."How incredibly self-sacrificing of him," says Roni with a touch of sarcasm. "And certainly completely unselfish.""Maybe the nice men aren't extinct after all.""Nice is boring," my sister replies with conviction and is interrupted by our mother, who once again admonishes us to stop whispering.As soon as all the guests have taken their seats and Elisabeth, the terrible one, has whipped back and forth a few more times, the ceremony begins with a lot of fanfare, howling and greasy wedding vows. I may not be the super romantic type, but

While we are eating together with the happy senior group, Leon tells me about his internship and keeps mentioning our father, who did not come to the party because he had to travel on business, which I skilfully ignore. Instead, a short time later, I divert attention to another topic and rave about the delicious herb prawns that I am eating right now."Better not eat too many of them, or your dress will burst," Roni hisses at me from the right side. "Besides, you are being watched by a certain gentleman, and you shouldn't think he'll have to kiss a fish later."I raise my eyebrows and dab my mouth. "Who are you talking about?"“Your noble knight who protected your crack ass. Don't look, but he stares over at us very often. "I feel a flutter in my stomach again. "Where is he sitting?" I ask quietly, being as relaxed as possible.“At the table next to the bride and groom's. By the way, did you see the guy next to him? Dear Scholli, what