Weiss shook the metal wine bottle in his hand, looked at the note left by someone, and twitched the corner of his mouth without knowing what he was thinking.
"Hey." Wes looked at the person who was measuring at his home, "Telecom guy, do you need me to stay here?"
"Oh." Fitz put away the tape measure in his hand, "Sir, do you have something?"
"Yes." Wes answered directly.
"Uh." Fitz hesitated, not knowing what to say.
Wes was not in the mood to be polite to the guy who installed the phone, so he threw the key and said, "Lock the door when you're done, and put the key under the porch."
Before Fitz could react, Wes had already opened the door and left.
It's not like Wes trusts the telecommunications staff very much. He really doesn't have anything to grab at home now. And he was a police officer, so he didn't think this thin, freckle-faced staff member would do anything he shouldn't.
Fitz was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly collected the key and chased outside. Unfortunately, when the little otaku stood on the porch, his client had already turned a motorcycle into a small dot and disappeared in the north direction.
With a troubled face, Fitz walked back to the room silently and continued working.
The job in the Southern District was hard work at Barton Telecom. Fitz was one of those who was bullied, so he was often assigned here. Everyone still remembers the new telephone Fitz installed in Grande. The buildings in the South District are too scattered. The houses are usually separated by large fields or farms, and there are no centralized lines like the North District.
Grande is pretty good. It already has a phone, so at least the lines don't need to be re-planned. As for Fitz's customers at this time, there is nothing here. Fitz fixed the unconnected phone on the wall and packed up his things. He was going out to urge the person who pulled the line. Try to finish the work here today. This customer made him a little scared, and he felt like he would be beaten at any time... He didn't know where this strange feeling came from.
The old pickup truck circled the southeastern side of the South District. There was nothing unexpected. Fitz still had to wait. He had nothing to do until the phone line appeared near the customer's house.
'Going to see friends? 'An idea popped into Fitz's mind. Smiling silly and driving towards Grande.
The small truck with the words 'Barton Telecommunications' printed on it slowed down on the gravel road. Fitz held the steering wheel and looked at the out-of-business sign placed in the middle of the road with some confusion.
Fitz honestly stopped the car some distance away from Grande. He scratched his messy hair under his hat and walked towards Grande.
Compared to other Grande friends, Fitz was the most polite one. He didn't 'consciously' go around the backyard like James and Walter, nor did he hammer the door without hesitation like Lola. Fitz looked at the blue-grey door of Grande, carefully pressed the doorbell, and called tentatively. "someone here… "
Benjamin opened the door, and his tall body was exposed behind the door, looking down at the guy in front of him.
A smile appeared on Fitz's face, "Benjamin!" He turned around and pointed to the sign in the center of the road in the distance, "I thought you were going out..."
Benjamin pulled Fitz into the room expressionlessly, closed the door, and didn't care what Fitz had to say, "I'm sick."
Walking inside. Fitz looked around Benjamin, "Are you okay?"
"Not good." Benjamin didn't seem to want to speak. "I'm sick," he repeated.
Fitz swallowed back all the words of concern that just came out, and asked softly, "Oh, I'm at work, come and take a look. If it's not convenient, I can..."
"Lunch." Benjamin said calmly. "Stay for lunch. Alice has already prepared it."
"Uh--" Fitz drawled, he just realized it was lunch time!
The Holy Lord can testify that he is definitely not here for lunch, but just to visit a friend. Unfortunately, Fitz, who has a social disorder, always ignores these basic rules of interpersonal communication. He often makes the mistake of showing up at the home of someone he is trying to make friends with at the wrong time. Cause trouble to others, leave a bad impression...
"Then I'll leave first without disturbing you..."
"Have you eaten?" Benjamin glanced at this nervous little friend.
"No." Fitz answered honestly.
Benjamin stopped talking nonsense and pushed Fitz into Grande's restaurant.
Everyone in Grande was already sitting around the dining table. No, that's not accurate. Alice, whose cooking skills are comparable to those of a chef, has a guy Fitz has never seen beside her, and Zach is missing from the main seat at the dinner table.
Fitz sat down awkwardly. Alice didn't seem to mind the sudden addition of someone. Clean tableware had been placed in front of him, and a large bowl filled with beans and salad had been passed to Fitz. It seems that everyone has no objection to this guy who comes unexpectedly.
The only thing that was special was that Fitz discovered that Alice liked to look at him very much today.
Fitz has only been to Grande twice, and he had no impression of Grande's sister before. The first time he was at work, he just saw that Alice had a very good friend (Lola). The second time I came to deliver game rules and instructions, I was left to have a meal and realized Alice's powerful cooking skills. This time, Fitz felt a little embarrassed.
Does anyone know what Alice is doing? Alice was confirming that this guy wouldn't die inexplicably.
Grande had already lost one friend-like guy and didn't need to lose a second one. So even though Benjamin was 'sick', he still brought Fitz inside.
"Ai Li." Ai Li took the initiative to introduce himself, "I am an old friend of Grande." Ai Li said, "I just heard Benjamin explaining tomorrow's game." Ai Li's eyes quickly Glancing over Benjamin, "I've never played that, sounds like fun."
Benjamin lowered his head and concentrated on his food. Alpha is currently fighting for control of his wolf body, how could he have the intention to chat with this guy Eli! These things used to start the conversation were all read by Ai Li in the mind of this unsuspecting otaku! Be convenient.
"F, Fitz." Fitz smiled awkwardly. Just now, he was thinking in his little head, 'Benjamin is sick, and Zach doesn't know where he is. Tomorrow's game night, the dungeon master is Zach! Will Grande still participate? '
Don't blame Fitz for thinking this way, this otaku's mind will wander when he is nervous. In fact, he had a lot of things on his mind. For example, it was over. If he showed up in someone's lunch for no reason like this, he would be hated by the Grande people. He would never be friends with them again. Benjamin would never play with them again. , the costumes and props they spent a week making were no longer worn, and at the comic show half a month later, their protagonists were no longer played...
This guy deserves to be normal and have few friends. He doesn't really care about the point. Alas. Why do you say that? At this time, they should explain their game to Eli, and the atmosphere will become more lively. But this guy was just buried in the tension of his divergent thinking, lowering his head and kept stuffing food into his mouth.
Eli curled his lips helplessly and looked at Benjamin, obviously signaling something, but Benjamin had no time to care.
"I'm sorry." Eli continued to say to Fitz, "I have something to ask Zack for. Benjamin hasn't been feeling well these days. He won't be able to attend the game night tomorrow night."
"Oh." Fitz raised his face bitterly, his words slurred by the food in his mouth. He looked at Benjamin, finally feeling like a friend, "I hope you get better soon."
Benjamin hummed, glanced at Eli, and nodded. At some point, it was Grande's turn for this guy who was temporarily living here to talk things over.
Ai Li's body shook for no reason, he closed his mouth and stopped talking. His attempts to ingratiate himself with Grande's master seemed to have failed.
Lunch continued in silence, and no one said anything while Fitz kept stuffing food. The first person to finish eating was Old Hank. He didn't say hello and just got off the table without knowing what he was doing. Then there was Benjamin's apprentice, Matthew. This young man hesitated to talk and wandered beside Benjamin, hiding in the kitchen.
Then there was Danny, who was said to be Alice's brother. He was somewhat polite, nodded to the people still at the table, took his plate and went to the kitchen to clean it himself.
After that, the only one who spoke was Eli. He sat next to Alice and waited for Alice, who was eating slowly, to eat too. Then they walked to the kitchen to rest together and seemed to start chatting.
Finally, Fitz couldn't fit any more into it. This guy with extremely poor social skills didn't know when to leave the table as a guest, so he held on until the end! However, Benjamin’s appetite is very suitable for his size! This big man seems to have stepped out of a comic book. The things on the plate are full and empty, empty and full again, as if there is no end...
"Ben, Benjamin." Fitz said with a bitter look on his face, "I'm full."
"Yeah." Benjamin stopped cutting the steaks on the plate and looked at Fitz, "I don't like to talk when I'm sick. Don't mind."
"It's okay!" Fitz's face showed relief, "You have a good rest! You will feel better soon!"
Benjamin nodded and pointed in the direction of the office, "Zach has already designed the dungeon. It's in the drawer. You can take it." It seemed to be adding, "He wants to make time to go, but I'm afraid he can't. I hope you guys Have fun tomorrow.”
Fitz is actually a guy who gets happy easily. He nodded vigorously and his worries were completely dispelled. "We will do it!" He couldn't wait to run to the office. After a while, he appeared at the door of the restaurant coquettishly, hesitating to speak.
Benjamin waved his hand, indicating that this guy could leave. Without the smooth-tongued vampire in Grande, no one would be able to entertain guests.
Fitz himself breathed a sigh of relief. After thanking him for lunch, he escaped from the strange atmosphere of Grande. But don't worry, this guy can't detect the real weirdness of Grande. For Fitz, any occasion where he appears will turn him into this ghostly appearance because of his poor social skills. (..)