It all started one sunny afternoon when Vasha was hungry. He'd been walking home from his summer job when his stomach begn to growl. So, of course, he looked around and went into the first open resturant he spotted. Inside, he slid into a booth. That's when be first really noticed her. Sure, he'd seen her around town a couple of times, but Vasha hadn't really talked to her before. But, here she was, an actual angel. All Vasha mnew about her was she didn't like it all that much when boys tried to court her.
"Sir? Are you alright?"
Vasha snapped out of his mind and looked up at the waiter who'd come to help him.
"Oh, yes. I'd like a cup of coffee."
The waiter raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure that's all I can get you? One of our chefs makes some very good Sushki."
"That sounds good," Vasha mumbled. Throughout this conversation, he hadn't taken his eyes off the woman with the wavy hair and the fierce eyes. He already knew that she had an ever