anastasia
dialogue - #6c0102
thought - #d0a9a0
dialogue - #6c0102
thought - #d0a9a0
Anastasia had not been in charge of choosing the apartment and she doubted her mother would have consciously agreed to a shared apartment, or at least one where she didnāt know the roommate, so she supposed it had to be a mistake. Except her mother didnāt make mistakes.
She felt her heartbeat quicken. Her face went pale, although it was barely noticeable under the heavy foundation and blush meant to hide her freckles, as she listened to Jisun speak about herself. Not wanting the other young woman to notice, she moved from her stationary place to the fridge.
"International studies," Anastasia replied, her voice almost too low to be heard. She looked over at the contents, finding that the fridge had been filled with fresh produce, and some pre-made meals with her name. Her mind was running with ideas, wondering if this really had been a mistake.
"Ukraine," Anastasia replied, pulling out a glass container filled with pomegranate seeds, her favorite fruit. She didnāt mean to appear standoffish, she would normally behave in a much proper fashion, but she couldnāt help but be put off by the idea of her mother going as far as to put someone in the house to keep tabs on her just as Anastasia was finally getting some space for her own.
Jisun was giving out much more information than Anastasia had asked for, but she didnāt mind. She had, in fact, stayed in her familyās hotel several times. They were the best the world knew and Leo had actually proposed in one of them.
At the mention of the dog, Anastasiaās eyes fell on the large, dark creature. Surely, her mother wouldnāt have asked someone to live with her and have her live with a dog who had growled at her. It didnāt make sense. That thought made her relax a little more; no, her mother wouldnāt have even allowed a dog into the apartment. Some of the color in her face returned.
"What language does he respond to?" Anastasia asked, opening a few cabinets until she found a spoon. Whether Jisun was really an accidental roommate or not, Anastasia figured that it would be best to get familiar with the dog. After all, she would rather spend hours petting it than being afraid of walking around the apartment.
She felt her heartbeat quicken. Her face went pale, although it was barely noticeable under the heavy foundation and blush meant to hide her freckles, as she listened to Jisun speak about herself. Not wanting the other young woman to notice, she moved from her stationary place to the fridge.
"International studies," Anastasia replied, her voice almost too low to be heard. She looked over at the contents, finding that the fridge had been filled with fresh produce, and some pre-made meals with her name. Her mind was running with ideas, wondering if this really had been a mistake.
"Ukraine," Anastasia replied, pulling out a glass container filled with pomegranate seeds, her favorite fruit. She didnāt mean to appear standoffish, she would normally behave in a much proper fashion, but she couldnāt help but be put off by the idea of her mother going as far as to put someone in the house to keep tabs on her just as Anastasia was finally getting some space for her own.
Jisun was giving out much more information than Anastasia had asked for, but she didnāt mind. She had, in fact, stayed in her familyās hotel several times. They were the best the world knew and Leo had actually proposed in one of them.
At the mention of the dog, Anastasiaās eyes fell on the large, dark creature. Surely, her mother wouldnāt have asked someone to live with her and have her live with a dog who had growled at her. It didnāt make sense. That thought made her relax a little more; no, her mother wouldnāt have even allowed a dog into the apartment. Some of the color in her face returned.
"What language does he respond to?" Anastasia asked, opening a few cabinets until she found a spoon. Whether Jisun was really an accidental roommate or not, Anastasia figured that it would be best to get familiar with the dog. After all, she would rather spend hours petting it than being afraid of walking around the apartment.