"Oh? Another Romanian?" he asked excitedly. He was still kinda new with getting to know people.
Jana inspected her nails, only glancing up when she had sufficiently made sure the fresh coat of polish had dried. She smiled charmingly at him, entwining her fingers on the small, ivory colored table she sat at.
“Indeed!” she cooed, motioning for him to come closer. “Come, come closer, little one. Let Madame Văduvă have a look at you.”











