Chapter 8 - In Town (2)

I am not simping, maybe a little bit. I'm still processing this situation. Right now, I'm eating with a gorgeous elf; even the eyes of the people can't look away.

A few hours ago:

"Is this girl Gesine?" I went to the old man and whispered in his ear, "Are you going senile, old man? Maybe Gesine left and ditched you."

Well, the only one who got ditched was me, but there are a lot of people who got ditched as well, my fallen comrades.

"Can you stop being stupid?" the girl spoke to me; her voice was the same, so it really is Gesine.

"Now, now, both of you, let's bring in the other items and eat," the old man carried a lot of boxes, so I was glad to help.

"By the way, where's Aveleen?" Gesine finally noticed that she was not with me, "Let's talk about it after eating, okay?"

After delivering the items, the old man offered us to get suited up since we looked a bit ragged. I haven't taken a bath in two days, and Gesine, I don't know about her situation, but she seemed like she bathed every day.

"Thank you, I haven't bathed in a week or so," Gesine bowed slightly towards the old man. An entire week!? Even that caught me off guard. Four days of not bathing, and I smell like an ogre's toe and look like an orc. What magic does she use?

We went into the old man's house, and surprisingly, it was massive. It had a second floor and was made of bricks. "Is this where you live, old man?" I asked him why he would go around and deliver items if he was this rich?

"Oh no, this was just a place my son gave to me a few years back," he chuckled. It seems he has a lot of fond memories. "Now stop with the useless chit-chat and take a bath."

And so we did. Gesine took the upstairs bathroom, and I was at the first-floor bathroom. Strangely enough, there was something that resembled a shower. I was a bit cold, though.

After that cold and frosty bath, I wore my towel below and looked at the mirror. Did I grow some facial hair? There was nothing; seems like a baby's skin.

"Old man! Where are the clothes?" The house was really big, and I couldn't find the closet.

"Upstairs! It's near the master bedroom at the very end of the hall."

"Roger that, old man!" I climbed the stairs and looked for the closet. "Let's see, closet, where are you?" I found it; it was as large as a bedroom door.

I opened the door and saw a white place. It was smooth and clean; it looked squishy if I touched it. Yeah, really nice. Oh, and the room? Yeah, it was like an ordinary place.

"Oi, why are you staring at my legs?" Gesine was there, the only thing that covered her was her towel.

White and smooth, as I said, "Oh, nothing. I just came to grab my clothes." "And make sure it's only the clothes that you're looking for," she looked at me with furious eyes. Chill, I ain't gonna do anything... Yet.

[Talk about being a pervert!]

"Your back!" I exclaimed. Gesine looked at me with a confused and disgusted face.

So I talked in silence, "You guys are back?"

[Yeah, for now, I just checked on you and this is what you do?]

"I'm sorry, Cassia. It's just a coincidence," not entirely, but she was here first so maybe that is a coincidence.

[Well, anyways, I've got to go. Don't do anything bad while we're gone, okay?]

Didn't even explain why they are sending messages like usual. Well, anyways, I took my clothes and changed.

To my surprise, it really suited me. I felt like a Duke. I chose black and purple colors because I think they look cool together.

As I got down to the first floor, I saw Gesine wearing a white dress that matched her hair. She even had a thing around her neck that matched her purple-colored eye.

"You look decent," Gesine walked towards the carriage.

"Thanks, and you look good," too good, in fact, but I can't admit it and boost her pride.

The old man wore a classic black and white suit that suited him really nicely. I was calling him an old man, but he was around 40 plus years old.

When we arrived at the restaurant he said was his favorite, my jaw dropped. Even Gesine couldn't believe it. It was a luxury restaurant where only rich people were going.

"What are you two waiting for? Come on, let's go inside. I booked a reservation."