The Continent of Europe

Chapter 3

...CHAPTRE 3...

...DANIEL EVAN SMITH'S...

After a long stay on the plane, Rosaline and Reagan finally arrive at Birmingham's international airport. After informing Julian, the two of them immediately took a taxi to the address given by Julian at that time.

So, here they are now. Standing in front of a house next to a cafe next to him. Reagans. He looked around before turning to the paper containing the address in his hand then looked at the house in front of them again.

"Yep, this is the place. We have arrived" Reagan said, looking at the exact same house number as on the paper in his hand.

Letting Rosaline press the doorbell button while she peeked out of the glass of the cafe, checking if anyone was inside. Shortly after, after three times the bell was pressed, there was a sound of footsteps from inside.

Kriett.

As the door opened a bright brown-haired man wearing sleeping pajamas stood in front of them. With her eyes still dimmed she looked at the two people standing in front of her while occasionally yawning.

"Torres or Vreaa?" Ask ensures. Now his eyes are fully open.

Rosaline and Reagan looked at her before replying. Since this person was an acquaintance of Julian, it didn't seem like a big deal to mention their surname.

"Crea."

The man nodded weakly then shifted to the left until it was crammed into the door, allowing the two of them to go inside. "Tea or coffee?" He asked as his two guests sat themselves comfortably on the sofa of his house.

"Maybe tea is better" replied Reagan and interspersed with a nod of the head by Rosaline.

As the man prepares their tea, Rosaline and Reagan circulate their views paying attention to the man's house which they suspect is Daniel Evan Smith which is dominated by monochrome colors.

"Don't want to judge him, but what the hell with this black and white?" Ask Rosaline.

"Either. Just look at this sofa pillowcase and all the stuff here. Everything was black and white," Reagan pointed at the entire item around them that was black and white with his eyes.

Shortly after, as the two of them were still watching the surroundings, the owner finally came with a tray with two cups of tea on top. The man had changed clothes, not pajamas anymore, but casual clothes.

"Given this is Julian, I'm sure he hasn't told you my name yet. I'm Daniel Evan Smith. You can call me Daniel, " he said.

"I'm Reagan Julius Vreaa and this is my twin, Rosaline Mary Vreaa. You can call us Reggie and Rosie if you want" Reagan explained, introducing himself first and then Rosaline.

The man nodded. "i see's. So she's been babysitting you for the last ten years?" He looked at the twins in turn, "very surprisingly" he added and ended with a crisp laugh.

"By the way congratulations on getting into Westminster University. He explained everything to me. Just so you know, at first I refused to take the two chicks he's been raising all this time but that jerk threatened me."

Rosaline and Reagan kept quiet listening. Even as the word 'threatening' came out of the man's mouth, they were completely unmoved to ask what Julian had said to him, to the point that he finally agreed to accommodate the two of them in his house.

"I won't ask you to pay your rent while here, but instead you'll have to work at my cafe. Mind about this?" Ask.

Instead of getting a rejection response, Daniel only smiled faintly when he saw the two brothers shaking slowly. "alright. Then I'll show you my entire house right now."

With two twin brothers following him from behind, they climbed the stairs all the way to the second floor. Over there. Rosaline and Reagan's eyes were greeted in black and white.

"You like black and white, don't you, Daniel?" Reagan's Comment.

Elegant indeed but long ago sucks too. It seems like from today on Rosaline and Reagan should get used to the black and white colors around them.

"Your rooms are separate but side by side. There the bathroom and next to it again the space to relax. You can watch as much television as you want. If you want to smoke can be on the balcony and do not forget to close the door. I don't want the smoke to invade my house like bacteria."

"If it were books, could I read them?" Rosaline asked. He pointed towards the bookshelf next to the television in the lounge.

He nodded his head, "sure, dear. You can do anything here, just think of it as your own home. As long as the house stays tidy, I don't mind. Honestly, I hate it when my house falls apart" he said, looking at the two of them in turn.

Rosaline and Reagan nodded in understanding, "thank you, Daniel," they exclaimed.

Daniel smiled broadly, "good. Then go into your room and trim your belongings there. When you're done, come down. Lunch will arrive in twenty minutes."

...•—— ⁠✿ —— •...

"Need some hand?"

Daniel jumped up and turned towards the kitchen door. Over there. He found Rosaline in a navy blue nightgown walking up to him. With a wide smile he shook his head, rejecting the girl's good intentions.

"no need. Soon this is done," he said, pointing to some loaves neatly lined up at the dinner table.

"You make this bread yourself?" Ask Rosaline. He turned his head towards the sink where a lot of dirty eating utensils were piling up there. Initiatively, he folded his sleeves and prepared to wash the dishes.

"It's okay. I also often helped Julian do the dishes," she giggled at Daniel's panicked face when he suddenly started washing the dishes.

"That's it, huh? Somehow it's a little weird to imagine Julian doing homework."

Speaking of Julian, Rosaline actually wanted to ask Daniel a few things, considering he was an acquaintance of Julian and it seemed like they were quite close and knew each other. But that intention he broke. Where could he be straight to the point whereas they had only met for a few hours.

As the two of them drowned with their respective activities, their ears caught the sound of footsteps walking down the stairs quickly. Like a running. A few seconds later, Reagan appeared with a cell phone in his hand.

"I got an email from Westminster University, they said classes were starting this week. So they're asking us to quickly re-list there."

"What about tomorrow? Just memorizing the bus route," Tawar Rosaline and Reagan nodded.

He turned his attention towards Daniel, watching the man's facial water look very depressed. "What do you think, Daniel?" Ask Reagan.

"Oh— after lunch, Julian called me. He said you'd use my surname while here."

Rosaline's hand came to a halt as she rinsed the dishes with clean water. He slowly turned his head towards Reagan who had already looked at him first.

From his twin gaze it was as if saying, 'look? He even told us to use Daniel's surname. What is he really hiding?'

"Why?" Ask Rosaline directly.

"She's afraid you're being labeled as bad by the students there as children of thieves. That's why he decided to use my surname, at least until you graduate. Take it easy, I have a friend who can handle this."

Daniel looked at the twins face carefully. He sighed and then continued, "don't think too negatively. Trust me, Julian did this to protect you. His face was a real grim but he was actually a caring person."