Uncharted Waters - Part Two - Numbers

Do you ever think about numbers?
I suppose they invade my slumber
I am left with my sense outnumbered
My dreams became all umber
Some say the number thirteen  
Is so very unlucky
But for me
That number is sweet as can be
 
I suppose when you work with someone, there is a way to separate yourself. Keep to yourself. But when the attraction is stronger than gravity and then, throw in a sexual spark for good measure…I lost all common sense. I was already head over heels, but he did not know. Then a new directions was presented with the number thirteen.  
Thirteen showed up in the figures I calculated. It showed up in the things he counted. Every time I looked at something – there it was – number thirteen. Every single piece of information that related to the day’s assignment had the number thirteen. That is when he asked me did I believe in the power of numbers. Not quite sure what he meant, he went on to explain a few things. I would like to say I paid attention, that I understood every word he said. Ah, but such was the limit of ability to concentrate on his words and their meanings. I watched his face, how animated he became when he spoke of numbers and fate and all of that. I was intrigued. I honestly thought sparks were going to fly straight from myself and shower him, like a sparkler. He was talking with me, instead of to me. We were having a conversation.  
Then, I received an email – he had spotted the number thirteen again. On his way home. He had my cell number, as all of my coworkers did. I received a text later that evening. It was a picture of a room number. He had to take a family member to the emergency room and the room number was 113. He pointed out it wasn't exactly 13, but it was part of it and it meant something. He just didn't know what. Yet.