Another love (zelenskyy fanfic)

Chapter 10 (edited)

Our evenings were spent in his office, as I was not working for a while. I kept him company as others tend to move their work downstairs. Something he's refused to do. He sent someone out to get me a few books to try to pass the time, since I don't have access to things such as my phone. I'm also a book worm, so it's nice to have something new to read and try to get my mind off of things.

I normally bring him dinner, and spend the rest of the evening with him, until he is ready to try to sleep. The attempts have become less and less as the week progressed. Sometimes I would pass out on the couch not even noticing that sleep took over. By the fifth night, I managed to find my earbuds from my desk; rather useless by themselves, but I wanted to listen to something as I spent the night with him.

I was rather nervous to ask him about the ability to use some kind of technology with him being so cautious about everything else with my health. He was open to the idea. Letting them connect to his second phone, II settled into my spot on the couch, with one of them in. I let him pick whatever playlist he wanted. I just wanted something to listen to as well.

Our taste in music has flowed together anyway, because of the amount of time we've spent together doing things. So I enjoyed the music, but then Perfect by Ed Sheeran started. It brought back memories. Memories before he was President. My eyes drop to my lap.

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The bar was loud, but really what bar isn't? Music was playing, but music that reminded me of home. This Soviet themed bar was really a little hole in the wall. It was one of my regular spots during college. Normally would have gone to Sly Fox, but the boys picked this one out.

We were all packed into one of the booths, rounds coming again and again by people who recognized us. Not surprising, because after all, there's roughly 80,000 Ukrainians in NYC. About a third of that population live here in Little Ukraine. Kvartal 95 is the most popular Ukrainian comedy group, so they were bound to get noticed here.

I did manage to wiggle my way out of the booth after the 3rd round of drinks and made my way up to the bar. I manage to find a stool, and wait for the bartender to make his way over to me.

"You're with Kvartal right?" The guy next to me turns in my direction.

What the fuck? Like I sometimes get recognized back home, but have not been recognized yet, during this whole tour.

"Yes, but no autographs," I joke. Back when we'd go out as a group, people would ask me to get their autographs, but I refuse to do it.

"Oh no." The guy laughed it off. "I just thought I had recognized you from social media."

"Oh yeah that's all me," I laughed.

We continued to talk. His name was David. Born in Harlem, but spent his summers through high school in Ukraine; Lviv to be specific, but his dad grew up in Kryvyi Rih, so Volodymyr is very popular in their house. It's nice to know he's at least cared about here in the States. He wants to be very popular over here.

We talk about our experience living here. He found it interesting that I came out here for school. It was totally a choice I would never take back. Being back here, flooded me with memories that I would never exchange for going to school in Ukraine. David regretted not going back with his parents since he graduated high school.

Suddenly there was a hand placed on the small of my back. I turned to see who it was, breaking conversation with David. It's Volodymyr.

"Hmm?" I questioned. He looked tense like something happened.

"Let's head out." I could feel the smile on my face fall.

"Why?"

"Because, it's getting late." He replied, snaking his arm from my back around my arm. I click my phone awake to see what time it was and it's only a little past 11. It's not late at all. We went out later than this back home.