is this a coincidence?

“Babe, I’ve walked into women in your kitchen back home that I’ve never seen again,” she said, sitting up on the arm of the couch with her tea securely in her hands. Sure, yeah, she could see why this Cal guy just randomly showing up and living in their house could be a little weird for the Belikov brothers but she thought he seemed nice and she didn’t feel anything wrong coming from him, just some nerves. “Zoya made a friend while she was gone, he seems nice,” she said with a small shrug of her shoulders, “So both you and Ivan play nice, okay?”

His bright blue eyes looked at her bewiled by her comparison “I am sorry, but such comparison are currently not being accepted as those specific instances were not cause by me but my brother” His formal speech coming out around her only because he got himself in the defensive, but not really ... This was his Lumi “You could however make the argument that as leader I should not favor my brother acting as such for nepotism would surely be something to frown upon” He let our a small chuckled as he reached to pushed her hair behind her ear “I will be nice, I promise. Happy?”

Ivan would be skeptical, Cat would be overzealous and Sasha would be polite but analytical, that was the play by play he was given. But really, he assumed he’d be with Zoya when he met any of her coven-mates. It wasn’t quite working out that way. He had already bumped into the little one - Alex, she was nice but their introduction was fairly quick as she welcomed him and then rushed out the door, asking him to let Sasha know she was going to compound. Which would be easier if he knew who the guy was. It wasn’t too terribly long after that that he heard the door open while he stood back in the living area. It was a witch, well, it had to be. That’s about as much as he could tell based on his own sense alone. “Uh…,” he looked over his shoulder as the footsteps drew closer - the witch no doubt having sensed him in return, “Hi.”

Sasha had been waiting for the time to come when he would meet Zoya’s friend. He had, of course, been made aware that Zoya would not come alone and everyone that would be staying here had to first okay it for it to happen. So he had known it would have been just a matter of time. “Hello” Sasha spoke, softly and politely. His voice less stern that when outside of their safehouse as he was comfortable here “I hope you’ve been made comfortable while staying here” He removed the layers of clothing he had to protect himself from the cold weather “Excuse my overly formal, and polite speech. It’s an occupational hazard, but my girlfriend tells me it comes off strong” 

When her maker was mad, Evelyn balanced it by being her usual seemingly un-phased self. And considering the bodies and the murder of one of their own, it was sage to say Aesir was far from happy. “Honestly, after all this time, you still won’t invite us into your little safe-house,” she sat down in one of the lounge chairs in her room at the compound. Yes, she was called back here like other inner circle vampires and Kendra. “I’m going to start feeling like you don’t trust me, Belikov,” she crossed her legs, “But more to the point as to why I asked you here. You’ve heard about the deaths, no?”

Sasha’s eyes apologizing before he could even utter the formal apology. His lips formed a kind smile for Evelyn “It’s policy for our coven, and I’m not about to break it. However, if It was my own personal complex, I would have extended an invitation by now” What a person is unable to do, time is always able to accomplish. Sasha was not known to have a hateful relationship, it was more like a bias towards wolves and witches. However, London sure humbled him and taught him a lot. Allowed him to have, dare he said, friendships with unexpected people “I have heard, and while I wanted to look into it a little bit further, I wasn’t going to without yours or Aesir’s greenlight”

It was strange he had always lived close enough to England and yet this was his first time in London. To be fair, once he had learned of the supernatural upon learning that he was supernatural, he thought that maybe trying to blend in in a city run by vampires wasn’t the safest idea. But now he was safe because of Zoya, right? Yeah, right. He sat outside the house, sitting on the stoop while he tuned his acoustic guitar. That was when it was like something in him told him to look up, a energy so warm he couldn’t even help it. The woman walking up the house was, without a doubt, beautiful. He was quickly pulled out of it, eyes noticing the moon tattoo nestled between her - uh - breasts. “You’re Cat,” he quickly said without thinking, knowing from looking at her that she absolutely wasn’t natively Russian, leaving really one option. He cracked a small smile as she was the one he was the least worried about from Zoya’s descriptions before turning towards, “Sorry, I’m Cal… I’m a friend of Zoya’s… she kind of filled me on you guys.”

As Catalina approached the entrance of the safehouse she slowed down looking at the unfamiliar handsome face. She was more than ready to start the conversation, when he went ahead and started it for her, earning a small smirk “Cat to friends, Catalina to strangers” She held a bit of a stern look for a second before cracking the known warm smile “But if you know me as Cat that means you are a friend of a friend, so a friend in my book” she leaned in and kissed both his cheeks, her known greeting “Nice to meet you Cal, I did hear we were going to have a guest” Catalina could not put her finger on what energy she felt from him. She was usually clear on it but he was different. “You’re not outside because you got locked out, right?”