#klara-volkov

he’s on the side waiting for his drink to be done , ever since carmen had gotten hooked on the cold brew with the cold foam on top . he hears the drink order and instantly grabs it but clashes with another hand , turning he sees the blonde and he takes a step back ❝  looks like i’m not the only who has great taste . ❞ he says with a small smile spread on his brims ❝ go ahead , take it . i’m not in any rush .  ❞ 

long ago, alexei had let himself mourn the life he would never have. now, he recognized that all of the bad came with some good, but it was a lesson hard learned. did he agree with the way nicholai raised his children? probably not, but were some of things he’d done necessary to prepare them for the lives they were born into? sometimes. he knew he might have said something to free klara from her father’s iron hold earlier than she had been, but he also recognized that the path nicholai had chosen for her was much safer than the path their father had put on the two of them. that didn’t stop him from enjoying how close he was with his niece, though. she desperately needed someone to replace her father and alexei desperately needed someone to replace his child. 

so, here they were, enjoying their bimonthly tradition–brunch at bahama breeze, business talk not allowed. alexei scanned over the menu once again, even though he practically had it memorized by now. “what are you thinking of?”