Room to roam

Come Saturday and I’m at my grandmother’s. She asks me about A****, to which I reply with a shrug and a half-smile. She is a little disappointed because she’s just returned from this trip and she’d brought some refrigerator magnet for her as souvenir, something like that.
There’s this lady friend of my grandmother’s, too. She’s Seicho-N*-Ie or one of those things. She cuts in then tells me I should visualize my soul-mate in my mind, and that alone should be enough to find myself the one true girl for me in the Universe. Like, I’m just quoting what she told me, okay?

“Universe’s a pretty big place,” I smile back at her. “And I usually try to work locally.”