trixie knocked on the window of the car and she saw katya laugh and beckon her in.
"what's so funny?" said trixie getting in the car, blushing slightly. "nothing, just you." katya said giggling slightly and pulling out the car park. "what did i do?" trixie said, grinning. "i don't know, it was just the way you knocked on the window, it made me laugh." katya said.
they sat in silence for a while. it wasn't awkward they were just enjoying the drive.
"how are you feeling?" katya said. "so much better, thank you for helping me." trixie said. "anything for you kroshka!" katya said.
"hey katya do you want to know something?" trixie said with a slight grin on her face. "what?" katya asked. "everytime you speak russian, it does something to me. it gives me butterflies." trixie said. "i guess i'll have to speak it more often then." katya said with a wink.
"please do i love it." trixie replied. "khorosho kukla." katya said and saw trixie blush even brighter red, even though she didn't understand what katya was saying.
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translations:
kroshka: little one
khorosho kukla: okay doll
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anxiety; trixya
Fanfictionanxiety /aŋˈzʌɪəti/ noun a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease about something with an uncertain outcome.
