The singer was still sitting on the bench when Gustav found her at the resort. Hey eyes were focused on the wave play, but Gustav immideatly noticed, that she was absorbing in her thoughts. She didn't notice him, she painted with her boot in the sand and smiled. Her smile revealed that she was thinking about something very nice. Gustav didn't know how to behave. Iris looked even prettier than he had imagined her, as a famous super star singer. He thought her way of dreaming was very sweet especially cause her little eyes were somehow telling an enchanting story about her. Indecisively he sat down next to her on a bench. Only then did she notice him, but unlike Gustav guess she didn't even react confused. She didn't look down on him, disgusted him, as if she didn't even notice his hum-like appearance.
"You are Gustav? Right?"
"Yes. Alfred asked me to help you out a bit, with the technique and everything."
"Thats very nice from you. I am sure we will have a wonderful time together!"
"Lets go inside, not that you will get sick in this rain."
He helped her up and handed her her bag.
"You live in Newkies right now?"
"Yes."
"Must be unfamiliar and hard to you. I mean Kies is something very special and I know it's hard to adopt yourself outside of this town."
"Partly, yes. I only live in New Kies. I work here. I help out Barry in his shop. I help him to buy materials and help him in the warehouse. Sometimes I go with him to auctions or if there are to many orders. I than help him out of deliveries."
"Its good that you understand each other better. I'm very happy about that."
"To be honest, we don't understand each other at all. Barry can't take criticism at all. You can't talk to him about his son or about Cadence or about his business or anything. He is still resentful to the whole world and spends most time in his bunker, I mean his workshop."
Iris smiled and stepped through the door, into one of the halls, Gustav had opened for her. It was a big hall, with a big stage. In the middle of the room, on a pillar stood a sml decorated table, above which was framed a very old poster of Iris.
"My poster?"
"Alfred, as he says, wanted to preserve the...