Timeless

v.

Brian seemed to notice that something was on my mind because he ended up sitting next to me. "Mira, it will be okay..."

"How do you know that?" I asked him and looked up at him. He didn't say anything, he simply held out his arms, an offer that I gladly took up. I moved a little closer and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"Because it has to be. You're in a safe place and that's all that matters, isn't it?"

I shrugged a little and pulled away again. "I guess.. and I am happy that I can get to know you even better now, but I know what it does to people if someone they know goes missing. I'm not saying that the entire world loves me and all that but I do have friends and a family and I just don't want them to worry so much, you know?"

"Yes, I know. But we'll find my phone somehow. Maybe they already know that you're okay, who knows what kind of other mysterious things happened," he suggested.

I looked at him and nodded, allowing a small smile to appear on my face. "That could be, yes.. I hope that's the case. I still want to keep looking for your phone so that hopefully eventually I'll be able to send them a message."

"We can do that, yes. But you also wanted to eat something, right?"

"Oh yeah, right. Did you find something to eat for us?" I asked, getting up from the bed.

He nodded and did the same. "Yes, I made us a couple of sandwiches, if that's okay?"

"Any food will do if I'm honest but sandwiches sound nice." I tried to focus on the positive things, I had to. Because otherwise I would probably go crazy. I was stuck in a time I didn't officially exist yet, away from everything that was familiar, so all I could do to stay sane was to try to ignore that. Positivity should become my motto, and right now the positive things were Brian and food.

Like in the morning we sat down at the small table he had in his kitchen and dug in. It was nothing fancy but it was food and that was what mattered. Because both of us were quite hungry the conversation while we ate consisted merely of short exchanges about whether I liked the food and if I wanted more, but that was it. At least for the duration of our very late lunch, because after that Brian's curiosity resurfaced in full force.

"So, how about we sit in the living room and talk a little more?" He suggested, leaning against the kitchen counter after he placed the dishes in the sink for us to clean them later.

I nodded a little and washed my hands quickly since I usually tended to be a little clumsy while eating. "That's fine with me, sure." Hopefully he would have something in mind to talk about because otherwise it would be pretty awkward. It was kind of funny how I caught myself struggling a little to find something to say to him because switching from talking over the phone to talking in person was surprisingly tricky. After all so far our conversations had been a lot about what we had been up to, but since we'd spent our day together that left little for us to share with each other.

I followed him into the living room and took a seat on the couch that he offered me, curiously letting my eyes wander over the furniture and decorations of the room. It was interesting to see if I was honest, it was so different from the living rooms of my friends in my time... in the future. What a strange thing to say, even though it was true. Here I was from the future, and it wasn't Brian and his furniture that were odd and out of date, it was me. Well, I wasn't out of date, I was ahead of this time.

"So if you don't mind me asking, I'd love to hear more about your time. I know we talked a lot about that already but I'm still so curious," he said, sitting down beside me.

Actually that was something I could have done without, but he seemed to genuinely excited that I couldn't resist giving in. "What do you want to know? You know there are some things that I'm not sure if I can tell you.."

"Okay, but there have to be some things that you can tell me, right?" He moved to sit sideways, one of his legs pulled up onto the couch.

I mirrored his posture and shrugged. "I guess so, but it really depends on what you want to know about.." I smiled at him before I let myself get a little distracted by the books in the bookshelf behind his head.

"How about ... films? Music? Anything good that you can recommend for when I'm older?"

I chuckled and looked back at him. "Films and music, wow... you're talking to the wrong person for that, I think. There are a few bands I like to listen to but ... I don't know. I don't think I've found the one band that I love. Maybe it doesn't exist yet, who knows."

"But.. you do listen to music, right?" He raised his eyebrows a little as if he couldn't quite believe it. Of course he couldn't quite believe it, he was in a band after all so music was quite a big part of his life.

"Yes, I do, but if I'm honest it's mostly whatever Spotify suggests for me... I rarely pay attention to what's playing. Occasionally the mood for a certain song strikes me, but I'm actually so incredibly bad at remembering who sings which song so I'm really not the person to come to for that."

"Who is Spotify?" Brian asked, his eyebrows furrowed together.

I laughed a little before I could stop myself. That was simply too adorable. "Spotify isn't a person, it's a music app - a programme that plays music - for phones or laptops or tablets or whatever. And there's this option where the programme figures out which kinds of songs I could like and puts them in a playlist and that's usually what I listen to."

I could watch his eyes grow a little wider with everything I said. "I'm not really sure that makes sense to me if I'm honest. What happened to records? Vinyl?"

"Oh it's coming back, it's becoming cool again to also publish your music on vinyl. It started out with all those Hipster kids thinking they've discovered something new, but now it's becoming more and more normal again."

Brian shook his head. "It's like you're speaking another language, Mira. What are Hipster kids?"

I chuckled a little when I saw his reaction. I was already trying to avoid words that might confuse him, but it was so hard. However, I was considering to throw in some modern language just to see that adorable look of confusion that he had on his face when he didn't entirely understand me. "Hipsters are... well, people who... who are against everything that's mainstream, but by now being a hipster is such a mainstream thing again that it's kind of defeating the whole point. A lot of them think they're better than the rest of the world... I don't know if anyone takes them seriously actually."

"Do you usually judge people by how they dress and live?" He asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the back of the couch.

I shook my head immediately. "Oh no, I couldn't care less how they live their lives. It's their business after all, as long as they keep it their business they can do whatever they want. But at least the people that would qualify as hipsters that I've talked to have all kind of been assholes... so really it's their own fault for giving off such a collectively bad impression, at least towards me."

"Okay, fair enough. As long as you don't judge them because of how they listen to their music."

"Not usually." I shook my head. "I usually try to stay away from them."

"That's okay, we all have those people we prefer to stay away from. Have you ever listened to music on vinyl records?"

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I feel like I have to put this here before someone (who knows who might read this) yells at me — Mira's opinion is Mira's opinion, and nothing more... :)

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