Time was passing by and I found out more and more about German's crazy habits, starting from collecting bees to have chickens in the house and by in the house I exactly mean in the house.
Some fighter chickens to be exact.
- These are cocks, Missy - said German when I was being grumpy when this goddamn cock was being extremely loud at my door.
For some reason he began to call "missy".
Maybe he's trying to annoy me with that, but it doesn't really bothers me.
- Cocks, or chickens... I don't care! What is it doing at me door today, eh??
- I needed to wake you up somehow.
- Why?
- We have to go to look around. Remember?
- Yeah... But... God... Atleast next time no chickens! - I groaned as I went back up to my room to get dressed.
- Cocks! - he shouted after me.
- I don't care!
This is basically how things usually went between us while we did our usual things daily.
He sometimes finds the weirdest ways to wake me up early morning, from cocks, sitting in my room, staring to turning on and off lights.
He's a bit weird, but it's okay.
I like him.
Well... When he isn't spying on me, or checking through my mails.
- You got a letter from your boyfriend! - he said the other day when I came home from a meeting.
- Have you checked my mail?
- Just saw his name on it. I didn't open anything this time.
- Great - I groaned as I went to check why did Pablo have to even send a letter here and not coming here, or tell me what he wanted in person a few hours ago.
It was actually an invitation to an event to the Studio.
- Huh...
- What is it? - German asked, looking really curious by now.
- An invitation to my niece's show.
- How old is she?
- 18 already and she's going to the same school where my boyfriend's working at.
- That's nice.
- Seems like you're invited too.
- Me?
- Yes. Wanna come with me?
- Waste of time.
- Fine. I'll go alone then.
It wasn't unfamiliar to me that he was so unfriendly about something like this so I didn't take it too seriously.
- You know what? I'm coming! - he said just a second later - It might can be interesting.
- Oh really?
- Yes! Do you have anything against it?
- No... Not at all.
- Good. When will this be?
- Tomorrow afternoon.
- Perfect!
- Really?
- Yes!
- Okay...
I have no idea what the hell is going on, but he wants to come with me... And who am I to stop him?