The Meeting

[Junes]

The longer Andrew was staring at Olaf, the less he believed him to be human. He gradually reminded him of some silly vampire-style monster in the shape of a man of some pitiful horror movie he'd seen when he was young. And then came Arthur. Not only from his name, but also from his language, the looks and the gestures he used, Andrew concluded that he couldn't be a real Rheinlander. Molly is all he came to think of in that moment. With a quick nod he emptied his glass, put the glass on the table, bent over and clutched Olaf's shoulders, which were, to Andrew's dismay, of immense breadth and size. As Andrew had worked as a mechanic for quite a while in his early twenties, his hands were fairly hardened and beefy and he hardly refrained from dirtying them. Olaf though was in no way a light weight. Andrew clearly struggled with this task. While attempting to keep up with Patrick's pace he noticed that he was much more trained, it almost looked as though it was routine for him to drag his boss out of the bar at night.

"Well, Paddy, you ain't from Rheinland, are ya?

Andrew found himself breathing heavily which made him feel embarrassed. He feared it would make him look weak. A pulsating ache cropped up in the surroundings of his spine.