11-07-2014, 08:47 AM
Aurora thought to herself, 'suit yourself.' She waved a hand for him to sit and make himself at home. And he asked what brought her to Moscow. That was the best question, ever! One to which she had been asking herself for months on end. Why was she in Moscow? The better question was, why was she still in Moscow? Where would she go? Here was as good as a place as any to get answers, it was after all where she was going. There were answers here, she only had to find them.
The man who had called her, the one she'd ran away from when she had the perfect bodyguard to help her handle the situation. John looked like a man who knew his way around a gun, and probably a guy who didn't shy away from a fight when necessary, or maybe even not so necessary. Maybe she would call him back. Aurora shook her head. No, she wasn't ready for that yet. Not yet!
Aurora smiled. "Now that's a long story, one I'm too tired to tell. Let's just say I'm here to find myself."
It actually wasn't a lie, she was proud that it came out so easily.
She looked to their sleeping friend. "You two don't look like you'd be friends. What's that story? You said he helped you."
Aurora looked back at Pyotr. "No offense to your friend here, but he looks like a thug, the tattoo's don't help. And you, don't look like a man he'd be friends with. And yet here you sit."
The man who had called her, the one she'd ran away from when she had the perfect bodyguard to help her handle the situation. John looked like a man who knew his way around a gun, and probably a guy who didn't shy away from a fight when necessary, or maybe even not so necessary. Maybe she would call him back. Aurora shook her head. No, she wasn't ready for that yet. Not yet!
Aurora smiled. "Now that's a long story, one I'm too tired to tell. Let's just say I'm here to find myself."
It actually wasn't a lie, she was proud that it came out so easily.
She looked to their sleeping friend. "You two don't look like you'd be friends. What's that story? You said he helped you."
Aurora looked back at Pyotr. "No offense to your friend here, but he looks like a thug, the tattoo's don't help. And you, don't look like a man he'd be friends with. And yet here you sit."