Melia loved it in Windenburg. Outlines of mountains around the city, the remnants of ancient city walls, busy streets and a mixture of inhabitans and tourists enjoying the delightful ambiance together…she loved it all.
And before she realized it, the last day of their stay came.
Evander had to work in the morning, but the sisters already knew their way around the city centre quite well.
They decided to have breakfast and some espressos at the lovely little café near a library. Melia was more than happy about all the new food she could try. And others got to like the local cuisine as well.
“I’m not sure if I can live without you, Mr. Cream Roll.”
After the breakfast, they went for a nice walk around the park. They already visited all the great attractions of Windenburg, like the Ruins or the magnificent old estate with a labyrinth, so they finally had some time to just wander around.
It was absolutely perfect, until Mel noticed that her youngest sister looked rather unhappy.
M: “What’s wrong, Dory? Don’t you like it here?”
D: “I do. But…it’s just…I’m sad because Evander won’t be coming home with us tomorrow.”
Melia sighed: “I know. I’ll miss him, too. But you must have noticed that he seems to be happy here. And we should be happy that he’s doing so well.”
“And that we got the chance to visit this beautiful place.”
Dory nodded apathetically, just to let Melia know the she heard her words. But she kept thinking about it as they roamed the streets of Winderburg. Her family was constatntly reminding her the multiple reasons to be happy. Like ‘Be happy for Mom, she’s with Dad now.’ or ‘Your brother is happy, so be happy for him.’
‘But what about my own happiness?”
She looked at the sky, secretly hoping that she’d find some answers there. It worked for Devi when she needed music inspiration, after all. So why not for Dory?
But soon, Evander showed up and interrupted her sacred process of mind-wandering with annoying, ignoble questions about a state of her stomach.
Evander: “Who’s hungry?”
She didn’t mind it that much, though. A couple of hours passed since breakfast and just a mention of food made her drool.
Evander took them to a cosy little pub close to his house where not only delicious local meals were offered but some pretty fun games, too.
Camilla: “Prepare to die, noobs.”
And drinks, of course.
E: “Woah, Mel! Careful with that!”
It wasn’t Melia who needed to slow down, though.
D: “One… more…”
Devi had no experience with alcohol to this day and she just tasted Windenbeer because it was so famous all around the world. No one expected it’d have such a strong effect on her.
But at least she found herself some new friends.
D: “Hahaha…I don’t speak your language, but you’re so funny.”
And, together with Melia, she asked Evander about certain mysterious matters.
“Soooo…this Kaya girl? Do you like her? Is she nice?”
Evander rolled his eyes: “Ugh, you two. She’s just my roomate. I couldn’t afford renting an entire house in Winderburg – do you have any idea how expensive this city is?”
But when Devi left to talk with her Windenburgian friends, Evander leaned closer to Melia and said in low voice:
“I didn’t want to mention it in front of Devi – I mean, she’s drunk – but I’ve been spending some time with Kaya lately. And she IS nice. So please, don’t embarrass me in front of her.”
M: “Don’t worry, I’ll behave myself.”
After the meal, they all headed back to Evander’s place to rest and to prepare for – to put it in Camilla’s words – the most exciting event of their visit: a dance party at Discotéque Pan Europa.
Millie loved it there the moment they arrived and she immediately rushed to dance floor. No one was dancing yet, but she didn’t care – she wasn’t afraid of people’s glances.
“Watch out, this is my tune.”
Soon, other visitors of the club join the fun. Dory was shy at first. All those lights and noises and strangers were a little overwhelming for her. So she decided to observe only. From a safe distance.
But Melia soon noticed Dory, hesitantly standing there, doing nothing and she quickly came to encourage her. She took her hand and led her into the middle of the crowd, cheering. She even showed her some moves.
It helped. Dory relaxed and threw away her self-consciousness. Soon they found themselves shouting together and bouncing in the rhythm of music. In the front row.
“So put your hands up!”
When Melia noticed Dory didn’t need her support anymore, she wandered from the dance floor and sat at small table close to the bar, just within the reach of various local snacks.
“Celery chips? What kind of sorcery is this?”
She shared a photo of it on her Snapchat and, of course, Christopher saw it and got all curious.
*typing* Well, it’s like a regular potato chip but made of celery instead of potatoes. And seasoned by herbs de provence instead of salt…
She ended up texting him all evening. She didn’t complain, though.
Camilla, on the other hand, was not wasting time sitting around and staring at her phone. She was here to dance, have fun and meet people.
Not surprisignly, guys started noticing her very quickly. She was a new face and a very pretty one.
But only one particular man was brave enough to go and talk to her.
“Hey, Dom! What are you doing here?!”
“I live here, silly!” he yelled back at her, trying to outvoice the music.
“But what about you?”
Despite all his efforts, she couldn’t hear him properly. She smiled apologetically and shrugged. So they decided to just dance together.
Later that evening, Dom took over the DJ booth. He was quite a star around here, Camilla noticed. The crowd got all excited when they annouced Dom’s show.
But as soon as he started, she forgot about the others completely. Dom kept looking at her, throwing smiles her way here and there. And Camilla was like hypnotized. It was like there was no one else in the building but them. Like he performed for her and she danced for him.
She never felt that kind of connection towards someone. Let alone someone she barely knew.
But there was no denying it – there was something about him that made her weak in the knees. She couldn’t help it.
And he was feeling it, too.
D: “Tell me I will see you again.”
Camilla wanted it more than anything in the world. But she couldn’t imagine how it’d be possible. They lived thousands miles apart. There was a freakin’ ocean between their home towns.
“I wish it was that simple, Dom.”
He looked dissapointed but he didn’t insist. The rest of the night was bittersweet, but oh, so magical. Camilla felt like crying when it was time to leave.
“Well, in case this is the last time,” Dom annouced when they were parting, “I want you to have this.”