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Stop. Basket time.
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It was her turn to pick what they were going to do, and Zoya had very pointedly decided that Ivan would engage in basket weaving. Her decision was mostly based on the endless teasing she’d received from in the past weeks. She wasn’t opposed to the activity, but this was payback. Best case scenario, she would get under his skin, smile sweetly, and he would know the entire time exactly why she had dragged him there. Or, at least, she’d get to see just how dexterous those hands of his could be.

Looking down at her wallet Zo scrolled through the names on her contact list. Ayden’s name was the first on the list, and she’d paused to stare at it for a moment. She needed to call her. Since the incident at the river, Zo had put off calling the other woman for far too long. The warning in Ayden’s words still rang loudly in her ears, but part of her was still too nervous to bring herself to make the call. Soon, though, she had to do it soon.

Finding Ivan’s number, she quickly set to sending him a message.

Beat you here, Supercop. Meet you outside the shop.

Putting the wallet away, she slipped her hands in her pockets. The day was a little chilly, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t tolerate. Outside of the shops, people made their way without so much as a glance in her direction. It was a busy day, but that wasn’t strange for the marketplace.

Every now and then, Zoya looked through the crowd for Ivan’s tall figure. In the past few weeks the two of them had managed to spend some time together. As far as she was concerned, they were still just getting to know each other, but she still couldn’t shake the sense of familiarity he gave her whenever he drew close. When she stopped to think about it after putting some distance between them, the whole situation made her restless. Yet, she had no desire to stop seeing him just yet.
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[No subject] - by Zoya Bocharov - 01-10-2015, 01:14 AM
[No subject] - by Sebastian - 01-10-2015, 01:54 PM
[No subject] - by Ivan Sarkozy - 01-11-2015, 05:03 PM
[No subject] - by Zoya Bocharov - 02-02-2015, 10:01 PM
[No subject] - by Sebastian - 02-03-2015, 10:29 AM
[No subject] - by Ivan Sarkozy - 02-05-2015, 11:05 AM
[No subject] - by Zoya Bocharov - 02-15-2015, 09:06 PM
[No subject] - by Sebastian - 02-16-2015, 11:02 AM
[No subject] - by Ivan Sarkozy - 02-16-2015, 12:01 PM
[No subject] - by Zoya Bocharov - 03-31-2015, 12:22 AM
[No subject] - by Sebastian - 03-31-2015, 06:38 PM
[No subject] - by Ivan Sarkozy - 03-31-2015, 07:07 PM
[No subject] - by Zoya Bocharov - 04-01-2015, 11:44 PM
[No subject] - by Sebastian - 04-02-2015, 09:47 AM

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