#natasja001

a curse, a single curse had slipped from her lips when they had nearly collided. how unbecoming ! the slip would have had her unforgivably chastising herself if it hadn’t just been natasja. the relief !   “  natasja, ”  the sound is too keen, so she dresses it in the first thing she can think of that might be relevant: concern.  “ i’m pleased to run into you, i hope you’re feeling better ?  i told thore to send you something, i hope he did,  ”  send her what ? flowers ?  alka seltzers ? she’ll expand on this lie later.  “ i hope the consequences from the other night weren’t too harsh on you, we were a little worried. ”  [ @nctasja​ ]

“ cuántos uh... como, much? this? ” there is a laugh from the tender’s colleague and a bewildered expression. at least no one’s around to witness this embarrassment. “ i can’t, is there a price tag? price tag. ” heavy sigh drags his gaze away to his side, falling onto a familiar face that has him inwardly cursing his luck. [ @nctasja​ ]