Maksimillian

I turned the hazards on and parked the car, ignoring the glances of some people at the vehicle and me. I strode quickly and held Zenovia’s arm. She gasped, didn’t expect that I’d be there.

“Maks!” she breathed and turned to the man she was talking with. She was talking fast in Romanian, while the man in his early thirties was staring at me. A small grin curved on his lips before saying something to Zenovia.

I didn’t get what they talked about. I only knew a few words, and they definitely weren’t included in their conversation. He then walked away reluctantly, seeing me still holding Zenovia’s arm.

“Let...