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There wasn't too much sun out, so I decided on some leggings and a sweatshirt I stole from Lando. I fixed my hair, putting some dry shampoo in it so it didn't look greasy, and did some makeup so I could look presentable in front of the cameras.
Once I finished up, I quickly stopped by Lando's room to let him know I was ready before making my way downstairs to make some coffee.
"I thought you said you hated coffee." said Lando, as he walked over to me.
"I do but I don't have any yerba, so I have to deal with it."
"Any what?" he asked, very confused.
"In Argentina we have this drink called Mate. You make it with yerba but they don't sell any in most places in Europe so I have to wait for my friend to come visit in a few weeks before I can have some." I explain, unwillingly drinking the coffee.
"Oh, alright." he nods, still confused but playing along.
"It's complicated to explain, but I don't think you'll like it, most people out of the culture hate it. Almost no one in Italy drinks it."
"I'd still like to try it. It would be nice to get to learn about things about your culture. Now, we really have to go. Max and Lina are already at the location with everyone else setting up." he says, taking my mug out of my hands, placing it on the counter, and dragging me to his car.
I get into the passenger seat with Lando opening the door for me, and get comfortable as I shield myself from the freezing weather.
Once he also got seated in the driver's seat, he began to take us to our destination, still refusing to tell me where we were going.
"Lan please, I'm begging you." I say, watching as he concentrates on driving.
"We're nearly there Belle, you'll find out soon." he answers, sparing me a quick glance.
"You know, you're the only one who calls me Belle." I tell him, playing with the rings on my fingers.
"Really? What do most people call you." he asks, shocked.
"Everyone either calls me Isa, or in school they always called me Mini Marino because of my brothers." I tell him. "And then my brothers call me Kiki most of the time."
"Why Kiki?"
"Chiara is my middle name, and a lot of people in my family in Italy went by their middle name, so my brothers started calling me Kiki one day and never stopped." I explained, thinking back to when we were younger.
