Nights In White Satin - Trixya

KGB

Saturday, 13th of September 1968:

It'd been a full week since she moved to Boston and so far everything had been great. More than great, even. Her job had been so enjoyable, even though her back sometimes hurt after working hard all morning kneading and baking. Still, she loved it. Even her co-workers were so funny, always cracking jokes and fooling around. Especially Lucy, who was the one she had gotten a little bit closer with. She was so quirky and hilarious. Sometimes she would do impersonations that were so funny they would actually make her whole day better.

Trixie also wanted to get closer to Katya. They haven't had time to actually meet up that much, but they have seen each other outside of their houses when one of them takes out the trash or when they come back from work. She hoped that today they'd change that, since they were going out together for the first time.

Since she'd been here in the city, she hasn't had time to explore it yet. The only time that she did go out was with her aunt, who insisted on buying her new clothes after work on Thursday. She had felt like a spoiled child but Nina wouldn't take a 'no' as an answer, so Trixie ended up giving in. She still only tried on the less expensive clothes, though.

She took a long time to figure out what she wanted to wear for their outing. What she ended up wearing was this: A mini pink skirt, a long sleeved fuccsia shirt and a white panty hose. She obviously couldn't forget to wear her new white boots, which looked cute with her outfit. Her hair looked as big as she liked, and in the end she also added a headband.

At 6:05 p.m. her new friend knocked on her door. She was so hyped to see her that she almost tripped on the carpet, before opening the door.

"Hi!" Trixie said with a broad grin.

"Oh, privet! Bozhe moy, you look beautiful!" The russian couldn't stop herself from saying.

"Thanks, so do you!" Trixie complimented her. Katya was wearing a short black dress that had a white edges on the end. She was always wearing dark colors, Trixie noticed. Most of the time she would be found in browns (which Trixie hated), blacks or reds. Her neighbor had so far made some questionable fashion choices but it complimented her personality somehow.

"Let's go, we need to take the bus," Her friend said, as Trixie made sure she had her purse before leaving.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

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Half an hour later they were arriving at the Quincy Market. It was a really crowded and busy place but she liked the ambiance of it. There were a lot of families, couples and friends hanging out. Especially there were a lot of places they could choose to eat. But first, they decided to walk around for a while, enjoying being together and just chatting.

"How's your week been?" Trixie asked her.

"Oh just fine. There was this old lady the other day, who asked me if i was a russian spy."

"Oh my god," She snorted and giggled at the ridiculous question.

"I know, I was like...'Mrs. Wilson, not all russians are part of the KGB' and meanwhile Ginger was laughing non stop."

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"Well, at first it did, but then I realized that people are so misinformed about us... so now I've just accepted it.'' Katya shrugged it off, like it was normal for her. "What about your week?"

"It's been pretty good actually. Did I tell you about Lucy and Bob?" Trixie asked, excited to start telling her all the news.

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