It's the quiet night that breaks me
WHO: Emi and Ivan
WHEN: [Backdated] November 20th, Sunday evening
WHERE: Ivan's house
WHAT: It's not a sleepover, okay? Just two lonely friends enjoying each other's company. Or something.
Emi supposed she could have asked if it was okay to park her car in Ivan's drive-way before coming, but figured that she could make the two minute walk from the sidewalk. Of course, Emi technically knew that, after so long and after so much insistence from Ivan himself, that she could have indeed parked there. But it was a bit awkward for her, almost intrusive. That, and perhaps there was some small bit of paranoia regarding the possibility of Natalia coming back and seeing her car parked exactly in the driveway.
...briefly, Emi wondered if it would be okay to sleep on the sofa rather than in Natalia's room.
Shaking away the thought for now, she raised her fist to knock on the door, overnight bag hanging loosely over her shoulder and bag of sandwiches in her left hand. The moment the door opened, she smiled up at Ivan, leaning up on her tip-toes to greet the Russian with a kiss on both cheeks.
"Hello," she chirped, small smile still on her lips as she was ushered inside.
WHEN: [Backdated] November 20th, Sunday evening
WHERE: Ivan's house
WHAT: It's not a sleepover, okay? Just two lonely friends enjoying each other's company. Or something.
Emi supposed she could have asked if it was okay to park her car in Ivan's drive-way before coming, but figured that she could make the two minute walk from the sidewalk. Of course, Emi technically knew that, after so long and after so much insistence from Ivan himself, that she could have indeed parked there. But it was a bit awkward for her, almost intrusive. That, and perhaps there was some small bit of paranoia regarding the possibility of Natalia coming back and seeing her car parked exactly in the driveway.
...briefly, Emi wondered if it would be okay to sleep on the sofa rather than in Natalia's room.
Shaking away the thought for now, she raised her fist to knock on the door, overnight bag hanging loosely over her shoulder and bag of sandwiches in her left hand. The moment the door opened, she smiled up at Ivan, leaning up on her tip-toes to greet the Russian with a kiss on both cheeks.
"Hello," she chirped, small smile still on her lips as she was ushered inside.