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When the knock comes at the door, Anya doesn't expect it.
She has the day off of work and no real plans to speak of. There are chores to do, errands to run, a Pushkin to look after. But other than that, she hasn't settled on anything deliberate though she supposes all of those add up to plans enough. There is a lot of going on in her life. Spring has sprung in earnest, threatening summer. It had been winter in her life for far too long. Anya had only just gotten a taste of a Parisian spring when she arrived here in full autumn.
The world is full of possibility. It holds so much light.
She is puttering about her kitchen, putting together tea for herself, trying to decide if she is hungry enough to eat now or after she goes to the market. It would probably be better to do that now so that she does not end up giving into some sort of frivolous culinary temptation. Besides there are leftovers from when she ate dinner with Gleb in the fridge that she should consume before they go off.
Her mind get caught on Gleb and she smiles to herself at the thought of him. It isn't what she expected. It certainly isn't something she planned for. There is no word for what they are to each other and she has no idea where it will go. But she cares about him. Loves him even. Which makes Dmitry even more of an ache in her heart. She loves him too, but he seems to be avoiding her, irked by her existence in this city even if she has forgiven him.
It's annoying and she wishes she knew why. He didn't take the money. She's forgiven him for pulling him into the con with Vlad and not telling her. What more could be an issue?
This is where her mind is when she hears the knock. Immediately she stops drumming her fingers on the counter and makes to the door, confused as to who it could be. That confusion evaporates as soon she opens the door.
"Dmitry? What are you doing here? Is everything all right?"
She has the day off of work and no real plans to speak of. There are chores to do, errands to run, a Pushkin to look after. But other than that, she hasn't settled on anything deliberate though she supposes all of those add up to plans enough. There is a lot of going on in her life. Spring has sprung in earnest, threatening summer. It had been winter in her life for far too long. Anya had only just gotten a taste of a Parisian spring when she arrived here in full autumn.
The world is full of possibility. It holds so much light.
She is puttering about her kitchen, putting together tea for herself, trying to decide if she is hungry enough to eat now or after she goes to the market. It would probably be better to do that now so that she does not end up giving into some sort of frivolous culinary temptation. Besides there are leftovers from when she ate dinner with Gleb in the fridge that she should consume before they go off.
Her mind get caught on Gleb and she smiles to herself at the thought of him. It isn't what she expected. It certainly isn't something she planned for. There is no word for what they are to each other and she has no idea where it will go. But she cares about him. Loves him even. Which makes Dmitry even more of an ache in her heart. She loves him too, but he seems to be avoiding her, irked by her existence in this city even if she has forgiven him.
It's annoying and she wishes she knew why. He didn't take the money. She's forgiven him for pulling him into the con with Vlad and not telling her. What more could be an issue?
This is where her mind is when she hears the knock. Immediately she stops drumming her fingers on the counter and makes to the door, confused as to who it could be. That confusion evaporates as soon she opens the door.
"Dmitry? What are you doing here? Is everything all right?"
