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Gabriel
Gabriel swore and cursed his coworkers.
He’d wanted to be here earlier, but the meeting had run late and now he couldn’t find a single parking spot anywhere. He knew this would happen. The convention always attracted a lot of people, which was why he’d wanted to be here early enough to park his car without problems.
On his second lap around the lot, he saw a car reversing into the lane. He snagged the space, thinking about his good luck, when an angry honk—he had no idea a car could sound angry—came from behind him.
He looked back to see a blond guy in a small car leaning out of the window. “What’s the problem with you?” He scowled at Gabriel, his pale-colored eyes bearing an intent focus Gabriel couldn’t help but find attractive, in a moody sort of way.
Ah, so he was the cause of the honking. Kind of hard to believe a car so small could sound so fierce. Come to think of it, the guy didn’t appear all that big either, although Gabriel was sure that, if looks could kill, he’d be at least injured by now.
Gabriel got out of his car. “Excuse me?”
“You’ve just parked in my spot!”
“I’m pretty sure there wasn’t a name written on the tarmac.” Gabriel shrugged, a sadistic part of him enjoying how the guy’s face got redder in anger while another part of him—the more human one—sympathized.
“I was waiting here, I even had my blinker on.”
Gabriel had been so focused on parking in the free space, he hadn’t noticed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you.”
“I don’t want you to apologize. I want you to remove your car so I can park in my spot.” He’d said the last part through clenched teeth, clearly furious.
Gabriel let out a short laugh. “I’m sorry, but not a chance of that happening, mate. You go make a round and find another spot.” He felt a bit sorry for the guy, but there was no way he was going to look for another spot.
He did his best to ignore the angry sputtering while making his way inside the building, amused by the whole exchange.
* * * *
He stopped at registration to pick up a nametag and his ID from the guys in charge, which would allow himto come and go from the convention and the use of every game they had. When he made it inside the great hall, he found the room already full of people. The convention had been held in the same place for a longtime, in a big sports center with lots of space for all the different activities. The games stand, the bar, and the tables for gaming were all set up in the main hall. Gabriel remembered the year when there were only twenty tables set up and everyone knew each other, but since then, the convention had grown, with the number of both tables and people higher each year.
He’d signed up for playing as many games as possible during the next three days, so he approached the first table he saw with a few seats available and asked if he could join them. Some people were amenable to strangers playing with them, while some came as a group and didn’t want to be disturbed.
He got a few weird looks at the question, but after a moment of consideration, they just nodded.
Gabriel sat and studied the table in front of him. There wasn’t a board, but he saw mountains of tiles to the side and wooden figurines in the form of little guys. The gamers were playing Carcassonne, where players built the board with the tiles while using the figurines (called “meeples” or “followers”) to claim different spaces and gain points. He smiled; it was one of his favorite games and he was good atit.
With Gabriel bringing the table to five people, they waited for a sixth to start the game. Soon, the chair in front of him scraped the floor, and someone swore.
Gabriel looked up to see the guy from the parking lot, glaring daggers at him. Gabriel just smirked. Since the guy had already sat, he couldn’t leave the table; those were the rules. Well, not the rules rules—no one would stop him if he tried to leave—but it was definitely considered bad form to abandon a table, especially if you’d been the last one to sit.
The guy in charge of the meeples started passing them around, randomly assigning the colors to the players. Gabriel had been given the red set; he’d have preferred the black one, but wasn’t going to complain. Whatever the color, he planned to win anyway.
He clapped, the sound absurdly loud in the silence that covered their table, even with chatter coming from all around them. “Right, are you ready for me to kick your asses?”
The guy from the parking lot snorted and murmured something that sounded like “as if,” all the while looking to his own blue followers. His nametag said “Aitor” and Gabriel thought that a bit weird. It was a Basque name, pretty common for this region, but he looked rather young. As far as Gabriel knew, it’d been a popular name when he’d been born, but this guy appeared at least ten years younger than him, if not more.
