With the door closed Anastasia tosses the keys into a bowl and makes her way across the apartment, paper bag crinkling in the night air, about to take off her shoes before something catches her ear.
Thump, thump, thump...
A heartbeat. One that Anastasia Petrova's ears could not pick up, but which is easily apparent to her own superior hearing. Anticipation instantly replaces boredom, the knowledge of who it must be causing a rising thrill mixed with worry about how this encounter will go down. Will she be forgiven? Was wearing this face a mistake? Questions she'd been asking herself for weeks bubbling up in her mind in a tsunami of anxiety. But there's absolutely no indication in Anastasia's body language that she's noticed anything, and she continues through the apartment into the kitchen, depositing the bag on the kitchen counter, still for a moment before she speaks.
"I know you are there, I do not wish to fight." She says, Anastasia's voice, her true Russian accent readily apparent, is entirely calm, as if discussing the weather over a coffee. Turning her head she looks right at where Yelena has concealed herself, not seeing her yet, but sure of her hiding spot.
"I have pain au chocolat, they are I think very good."
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Date: 2024-06-20 08:10 am (UTC)Thump, thump, thump...
A heartbeat. One that Anastasia Petrova's ears could not pick up, but which is easily apparent to her own superior hearing. Anticipation instantly replaces boredom, the knowledge of who it must be causing a rising thrill mixed with worry about how this encounter will go down. Will she be forgiven? Was wearing this face a mistake? Questions she'd been asking herself for weeks bubbling up in her mind in a tsunami of anxiety. But there's absolutely no indication in Anastasia's body language that she's noticed anything, and she continues through the apartment into the kitchen, depositing the bag on the kitchen counter, still for a moment before she speaks.
"I know you are there, I do not wish to fight." She says, Anastasia's voice, her true Russian accent readily apparent, is entirely calm, as if discussing the weather over a coffee. Turning her head she looks right at where Yelena has concealed herself, not seeing her yet, but sure of her hiding spot.
"I have pain au chocolat, they are I think very good."