Post by mailordermodel on Dec 22, 2011 23:27:59 GMT -5
The early morning sun streamed pale and weak through the whispy winter clouds as the cold rang crisp and clear like a bell, everything seeming still even in the hustle and bustle of the city. Most of the people inhabiting the city had already risen to face the day, walking, biking, driving, or taking the Underground to work. But now the morning rush was over and it was quiet once more. Well, as quiet as a city the size of London could be. Quieter than home, at any rate.
Outside a cafe dith wrought iron chairs beautifully crafted with lacy twirling designs and bright umbrellas shading the tables sat a lone woman. In the cold of the winter, all the other guests had long since either left or holed up in the warmth of the interior of the cafe. But she sat to the left of the door, back straight but relaxed and a steaming cup of coffee and a small book set off to her right. It was a simple children's chapter book, to help with her English, but she would rather that no one notice that.
She shivered, clutching tighter the hot coffee in an attempt to warm her hands. It seems that she had gotten so used to the climate of New York that she was no longer as used to the cold as she had been before leaving Russia. It was a shame, of course, but such was the way of things. New York was her home now and she was happy there. But this trip to London had been much overdue.
So long had she slaved away in that diner, hoping to make enough money so she could put aside a little extra to see her beloved little brother again. But every month it seemed like her money was gone as soon as she cashed her check. But now that she was modelling, she was making enough to not only come to London to see her brother, she was able to do it rather comfortably.
That's why she was here now, to meet her brother. They had agreed to meet here because the cafe was not too far from the hotel where Katya was staying and there was almost no way the woman could get lost. Because Lord knew that she didn't deal well with that kind of stress and would be very easy to take advantage of if she were to lose her way. She could have waited inside, kept warm and had her coffee, but she was so anxious! She hadn't seen Ivan since she had left for America. Was he well? Did he eat enough? Did he still wear the scarf she had made for him?
Did he hate her for leaving?
That question had been in the forefront of her mind ever since she'd found him again, even moreso since she'd decided to com visit. Every time it crossed her mind her heart clenched painfully and it was all she could do to keep from crying. She would never forgive herself if she had hurt him! Her family was everything to her, even if she couldn't be with them. She whimpered and scrubbed at her eyes, though no tears had fallen yet upon her cheeks.
Oh please, Ivan, come soon so I do not have to wonder anymore whether you hate me.
Outside a cafe dith wrought iron chairs beautifully crafted with lacy twirling designs and bright umbrellas shading the tables sat a lone woman. In the cold of the winter, all the other guests had long since either left or holed up in the warmth of the interior of the cafe. But she sat to the left of the door, back straight but relaxed and a steaming cup of coffee and a small book set off to her right. It was a simple children's chapter book, to help with her English, but she would rather that no one notice that.
She shivered, clutching tighter the hot coffee in an attempt to warm her hands. It seems that she had gotten so used to the climate of New York that she was no longer as used to the cold as she had been before leaving Russia. It was a shame, of course, but such was the way of things. New York was her home now and she was happy there. But this trip to London had been much overdue.
So long had she slaved away in that diner, hoping to make enough money so she could put aside a little extra to see her beloved little brother again. But every month it seemed like her money was gone as soon as she cashed her check. But now that she was modelling, she was making enough to not only come to London to see her brother, she was able to do it rather comfortably.
That's why she was here now, to meet her brother. They had agreed to meet here because the cafe was not too far from the hotel where Katya was staying and there was almost no way the woman could get lost. Because Lord knew that she didn't deal well with that kind of stress and would be very easy to take advantage of if she were to lose her way. She could have waited inside, kept warm and had her coffee, but she was so anxious! She hadn't seen Ivan since she had left for America. Was he well? Did he eat enough? Did he still wear the scarf she had made for him?
Did he hate her for leaving?
That question had been in the forefront of her mind ever since she'd found him again, even moreso since she'd decided to com visit. Every time it crossed her mind her heart clenched painfully and it was all she could do to keep from crying. She would never forgive herself if she had hurt him! Her family was everything to her, even if she couldn't be with them. She whimpered and scrubbed at her eyes, though no tears had fallen yet upon her cheeks.
Oh please, Ivan, come soon so I do not have to wonder anymore whether you hate me.