Lost [ENG]

𝟓. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

Taliesin wasn't just the typical nerd next door in outward appearance, but in every aspect of his life. His car, a white 2013 Ford, was hugely decorated with lettering here and there. On the back, there was a sign that read "No Muggles on board", while on the front, various worn stickers representing the logos of some historical singers, among which I recognize the Rolling Stones, the Beatles, the typical lightning of David Bowie, AC / DC, Nirvana, Guns N 'Roses and the inevitable Queen. The blue-haired boy pressed a button on the car key and the car's parking lights came on, followed by a metallic sound. I opened the passenger door and got inside the Ford. A very good scent of lavender enveloped me, not too strong, but intense at the right point to make the interior of the car pleasant. In contrast to the confusing exterior, the interior of the car was maniacally tidy and clean. Under the seats, there was not even a crumb, and the only object left on a back seat was a resealable umbrella.

"I didn't think you were such a tidy person " I said, fastening my belt.

Taliesin chuckled, inserting the car key into the lock. "We have been friends for a lifetime, and have you never gotten into my car?" churches.

"I'm surprised too" I replied, adjusting the sleeve of my jacket, which overlapped with that of the sweatshirt below, was starting to give me a certain annoyance.

Taliesin started the car and got out of the makeshift parking lot, for which he could have risked a colossal fine, sped along the road towards the unknown destination.

"What are we doing here?" I asked annoyed, when we stopped in front of the Critical Role studio, Taliesin was preparing to get out of the car.

"I have to pick something up, are you waiting for me here like a depressed one, or are you coming with me?" he asked, already out of the car and looking inside, to look me in the face.

"Marisha might be there too ..." I said, looking down.

"So what?" my friend asked. "If there is Marisha, we avoid her. Easy, isn't it? "

I smiled, shaking my head.

"Come on! Today is Rebecca's birthday and she will have brought the pastries" Taliesin exclaimed impatiently again.

I snorted, shrugged and opened the door. "Just for the pastries " I said, pointing my finger at him.

"Just for the pastries" repeated my friend.

We entered the large building, which houses the office and the official Critical Role studio. Many people brushed our shoulders, passing through the narrow corridors. "Good morning Matt " said a girl with brown hair, round glasses and kind eyes. I had met her a couple of times and I liked the polite and cheerful way in which she greeted me.

"She has a crush on you " Taliesin said softly, after wrapping my shoulders.

"What?! It's not true!" I exclaimed, annoyed.

"Oh, sadly that's true. I don't know what attracts women to you, maybe it's the charm of the DM "continued Taliesin as if what he just said came from a deep reflection.

I hit him on the shoulder and he immediately massaged the affected spot. "It wasn't an insult ..." he commented.

We arrived in the main hall where we used to meet before the live stream. Gathered around a table, we found Brian, the dear presenter of Talks Machina, who probably awaiting the return of his girlfriend, was killing time here in the studio, some stylists, some social workers, and then of course, Rebecca, the co-producer, and of course the birthday girl.

"Good morning sunshine and happy birthday!" Taliesin exclaimed with his arms outstretched, facing her.

"Here's my favorite blue-haired boy!" Rebecca exclaimed, super excited, running towards Taliesin and hugging him tightly.