Deciding that it may be a good idea to begin supporting herself, Anastasiya had acquired a job at a local coffee shop. She liked how peaceful and quiet the joint was. The entirety of her class usually hung around a different location, so Aня was usually at a loss in the "people to strike a conversation with" department. That was alright, though. She enjoyed keeping to herself every now and then.
Aня balanced a circular tray on her forearm as she carefully navigated her way through the wooden tables to where a brunette woman who looked to be somewhere in her thirties was taking small sips out of a large, white mug.
"Everything alright here?" She asked. The woman looked up cautiously; as if anything could happen when she took her eyes off of her drink. She nodded.
"Everything's good," she responded. "How do you guys say thank you? Spaseebo?" She nervously laughed.
"Cпасибо," Anastasiya responded. "Are you new around here?" She asked. The woman's head bobbed up and down.
"I just started teaching Astronomy at the Aniva Institute. I believe you are in my class, no?"
"Oh, right!" A feeling of stupidity rushed through Anya's veins. That had been the one class in history that she had arrived to late. "Yeah. I'm Anastasiya, but most people just call me Anya," She told Ms.Mae.
Elizabeth's eyes moved up and down, as if scanning Anya's every feature. "You've grown up so much, Anastasiya," She laughed.
"Have we met previously?" Anya asked in confusion. She was pretty sure that she had only ever seen this woman in class.
"Oh you must think I am so creepy," Elizabeth responded after slightly cursing under her breath. "I'm an old friend of your father's. We've haven't met at any point you'd remember. I haven't been to Russia in years." Her eyes had suddenly grown cold, as if she had almost broken something. This look confused Anya, because she had only really seen it once before.
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