vergangenheit-nostalgisch·:
Honestly, he’d take any opportunity to leave. But, much to his chagrin, he was oftentimes too worried about potentially missing something (even though things rarely got accomplished there). So, as soon as Rosi mentioned the offer of getting coffee, he snatched that right up. He then stood up and followed after her, not before looking to see if anyone else had spotted them. “Alemania…?” …Oh. That was Germany. Man, his Spanish must sound odd to her. “Yes, I did. I don’t drive much, so… But, yes, let’s go.”
His accented attempt at repeated the name in her native tongue had a bit of a smile tugging at her lips. It wasn’t perfect, but unlike America’s probably deliberate butchered attempts, Gilen’s was pleasant. Really she’d love to hear him speak in Spanish more often, well, if he would wish to. It wasn't like her German or even Plautdietsch were perfect either, irritating as she found that of herself-
“Here.” It wasn’t long before they’d reach her car, her reaching for the keys to unlock the doors as they’d near. “Feel free to change the music to your liking. Alright?” While she usually disliked people doing that, well, this was something she could do to hopefully help put him at ease. It was something he could have control of compared to the clamor they’d left behind and give him ample choice of comfort, whether he’d choose to play something or have the drive in silence.
