“Well, I should be going, too.” Katya sighs and heaves herself to her feet. “The picnic was a great idea, hon. We should do it again soon.”
But she’s not really focused on me when she says it because Shura is striding across the lawn directly towards us. “There’s no need to get up, Ms. Natalia,” he offers when he’s close enough to be heard. “I’ll walk Ms. Katya to the door. I have to… check on something in the garage myself.”
“Busy day in the garage,” I mumble under my breath.
He doesn’t hear me, and Katya is too busy blushing to pay me any attention. The only goodbye I get is a last-minute wave over her shoulder after Shura has already led her halfway across the lawn.
I can’t even bring myself to be annoyed. My friends are in love. Or, in Kat’s case, in lust. I’m happy for them. Even
