The inside of my cousins house was simple. Nothing too intricate or breakable in sight, which was good for me given my horrible track record of clumsiness. The interior made up for it with brightly colored walls, a light blue for the living room, orange for the kitchen, red for the hallway connecting to three bedrooms and a storage closet. Daria guided me to the bedroom closest to the kitchen.
"And this is where you will be staying!the bathroom is just to your right." She points to a door at the very end of the hallway.
I thank her as I drag my bags into the comfortably sized guest room. It was painted with the lightest green I've ever seen with trimm a peach color. Normally those colors wouldn't work together but somehow they managed to fit the feel of the room well. The full sized bed sat in the left corner of the room. It was made with mis matching sheets and pillow cases and the most comfortable looking quilt I had ever seen. Right next to it was a desk with a series of small drawers. After looking around the room some more I saw pressed and framed flowers decorating the walls and the closet that sat right next to the door.
After locating the closet, I set my bags down and got to work. While I was unpacking, I couldn't help but to continue to contemplate whether or not contacting the strange (and very funny) taxi driver is a good idea. I mean, he could be some type of kidnapper preying on niave forgeigners. My cousins didn't seem all that bothered by him though, is that reason enough to put myself in a possibly dangerous situation?
My thoughts were shaken away by the smell of warm bread and spices. Suppose theres no better time to talk about potentially getting kidnapped by a strange but certainly handsome sounding man than over some homemade food. We sit down at the table and Daria starts to give portions of a warm soup and bread to each of us.
"Hey uhm, do you guys by any chance know that Taxi Driver? I mean, outside of that one car ride?"
"Of course! He is only one of 10 Taxi Drivers in our area!" Darius replied.
" A very charming man." Piped in Daria.
"never a boring drive with him!" He added.
"Well, I wanted to ask because he offered to take me on a tour."
"Really? He must've taken a liking to you! Rarely any visitors get a tour from the slav man himself. You should go!" Daria suggested.
Well, if he has their seal of approval, I suppose nothing can go toooo wrong on this tour. We start talking about the possible places he'd take me to. Considering the town itself is pretty small, might actually take me to neighboring cities instead. They then start talking about having me meet more of my extended family.
"Uncle Fedir swears that he makes good American barbecue so you have to try it! Make sure it is really 'authentic'." Darius joked.
We finish our meal and clean everything off the table. I go back to my room and pull out my phone. Taking a good 10 minutes of internal debate of how to start this conversation with this stranger. Boris.
"What a cute name..." I couldn't help but think.
After a while I finally settled with:
Привіт! це (y/n). я хотів би взяти вас у цю екскурсію. просто дайте мені знати, коли ви вільні. гаразд?
Hello! This is (y/n). I'd like to take you up on that tour. Just let me know when you're free. Ok?
Oh God was that too pushy? My punctuation is awful! Not like it was a strong suit in my own language but still! Not long into my own mini mental break down on how I was possibly the rudest person on the planet did he respond:
оппа! Я хвилювався, що ніколи більше не почую від тебе. Сьогодні середа чи ні? Як щодо того, щоб я забрав вас у п’ятницю об 11 ранку? Це дасть нам час для обіду та всіх місць, які кожен повинен побачити під час свого перебування тут!
oppa! I was worried I would never hear from you again. Today is Wednesday no? How about I pick you up on Friday at 11 am? It'll give us time for lunch and all the places that everyone must see during their time here!
I stare for a moment. 'Worried I would never hear from you again' huh? Maybe it's the pessimist in me, but I don't see why anyone would enjoy my presence that much to the point of them missing me. Although I must admit, the prospect of having someone that isn't related to me care about me in such away is sweet, dare I say flattering. I quickly ask the twins if they had any plans on Friday and they tell me I'm in the clear to go on the tour.
I shoot a quick text back:
П'ятниця звучить чудово! і не забудьте, що я плачу за обід. ;)
Friday sounds great! and dont forget I'm paying for lunch. ;)
Це те, що я люблю чути! Тоді побачимось!
That's what I like to hear! See you then!
I couldn't help but feel giddy about this tour now. He sounds like he's pretty excited too. I flop on to my bed and the frame creaks a bit under my weight, but I don't mind it at all. What I do mind though is the sudden need to take a nap, today was exhausting even if I only unpacked.
"Just two days until an awesome tour with and awesome guy..." I say to myself as I slowly drift away with the lingering smell of bread and soup.
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My Slavic Boyfriend (Boris X Reader)
Hayran KurguThis is a love story between a simple American who wished to see her Ukrainian family. Little does she know, her life will change drastically through out her 1 year stay, finding herself in love with a mysterious and most certainly slavic man. The q...
