Alicia's eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity of the point Viktor was headed towards. She nodded; yes, Sam was her family, there was no doubt about that, but it still didn't explain why he wanted to meet him, at least not until he got to the actual reason. Alicia could feel her cheeks heat up, her heart was beating furiously and her stomach was doing flip-flops again. Carefully she put down her utensils, resting her elbow on the edge of the table as she hid her smile behind her fingers. Her eyes were glued to Viktor's as she slowly shook her head, then bit her lower lip. "You want..." she started, then couldn't help but chuckle softly. Never before had a man told her this specifically what he wanted without being lewd about it. It touched her more than she could say. "You want to pursue a future with me?" Slowly, without thinking, the shaking of her head turned into a discreet nod. No, she didn't know if there was a future for them, yet, but she would very much like to find out, and if that meant that Viktor should meet her brother, then so be it. On the other hand, she couldn't completely let go of the fact, that Viktor and Sam was the same age.
Clearing her throat, Alicia did her best to clear her head so she could share with Viktor just a small fraction of all the things and thoughts that were racing through her mind at this point. "You'll meet Sam," she assured him, then gestured to the food. "We talk over dinner in England as well." Her chuckle was warm as she followed up on what Viktor was saying. "In my family, after we all had moved out, we got together for Sunday roast at least twice a month, though on occasion it was moved to Saturday, and that was when we caught up and talked about anything that was going on." Looking down at the food on her plate, she took a private moment when her memories strayed back to the last time the five of them had shared Sunday roast together. That had been years ago, and though she missed them all dearly, it had gotten easier to live with, and it made her think that maybe Sunday roast wouldn't be such a bad tradition to continue here in the new world. "You've cooked this delicious, Bulgarian meal," with a small smile, she pushed away the sad memories and looked back up at him. "So maybe you would let me return the favour, and you could meet Sam over a meal at my place?"
Carefully she cut out a piece of the meat, savoring the taste, swallowing before she spoke. "I want to get to know you, Viktor," she smiled at him, "and I appreciate that I can ask you anything I want to know about you, but..." Gently she wiped her mouth and put the napkin back down again. "But I want you to ask as well. It hardly seems fair that I get to ask and you only get to know what I want to tell you."
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Date: 2012-11-15 01:29 am (UTC)Clearing her throat, Alicia did her best to clear her head so she could share with Viktor just a small fraction of all the things and thoughts that were racing through her mind at this point. "You'll meet Sam," she assured him, then gestured to the food. "We talk over dinner in England as well." Her chuckle was warm as she followed up on what Viktor was saying. "In my family, after we all had moved out, we got together for Sunday roast at least twice a month, though on occasion it was moved to Saturday, and that was when we caught up and talked about anything that was going on." Looking down at the food on her plate, she took a private moment when her memories strayed back to the last time the five of them had shared Sunday roast together. That had been years ago, and though she missed them all dearly, it had gotten easier to live with, and it made her think that maybe Sunday roast wouldn't be such a bad tradition to continue here in the new world. "You've cooked this delicious, Bulgarian meal," with a small smile, she pushed away the sad memories and looked back up at him. "So maybe you would let me return the favour, and you could meet Sam over a meal at my place?"
Carefully she cut out a piece of the meat, savoring the taste, swallowing before she spoke. "I want to get to know you, Viktor," she smiled at him, "and I appreciate that I can ask you anything I want to know about you, but..." Gently she wiped her mouth and put the napkin back down again. "But I want you to ask as well. It hardly seems fair that I get to ask and you only get to know what I want to tell you."