Brother’s Friend(Joost2)

The sun burned mercilessly, reflecting off the cracked asphalt. You were sitting on the steps of the porch, flagging your fan with the image of a windmill. The July heat was literally draining the energy. Your brother, as always, went to the rehearsal with his group, leaving you in the company of boredom and stuffy air.

Suddenly, a familiar silhouette appeared in sight. It was Jost Klein, your brother's friend. He was riding a bicycle, dashingly manoeuvring between pits and parked cars. Jost always seemed a little weird to you, but at the same time interesting. His eccentric style, bright costumes and unchanging smile were conducive to himself.

He stopped at the porch, jumped off the bike and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Hi, [Your name]! Is your brother at home?"

"No, he's at the rehearsal. Did something happen?" you asked, looking at Yost with interest.

"It happened! How did it happen! I came across something... unusual," he winked mysteriously. "Will you help?"

You, tired of idleness, gladly agreed. Jost led you to an abandoned construction site on the outskirts of the city. Behind the slanted fence, among a pile of bricks and reinforcements, you could see... something strange.

It was an old, rusty van painted with bright psychedelic patterns. There was a large inscription on the roof: "Time Travel Tours".

"I found him hidden behind a pile of garbage," Jost explained, with burning eyes. "I think it's... a time machine!"

You raised an eyebrow sceptically. "Yost, are you serious? Time machine?"

"Well, why not? Look at him! And the inscription... It's obviously something unusual!" - he walked around the van, twitching the handles and knocking on the body.

In the end, he managed to open the back door. It was cramped and dusty inside. You have a chaotic mixture of wires, buttons, levers and incomprehensible devices. The smell of old electronics and engine oil tickled my nose.

"Wow..." - you exhaled, succumbing to the excitement.