“Hi,” Ksyusha croaked, in a slightly trembling voice, drawing caramel eyes into her abyss, in which a single emptiness flashed. — And you, what are you doing here?

-And you? Folding her arms under her chest, she frowned. Ksyusha looked, to put it mildly, lousy. What deathly pale lips or face cost, but the growing irritation for her oversight and irresponsibility outweighed.

“Here I am,” she nodded to the bench.

- She sits - I chuckle - Good, princess, you won’t say anything! Do you even know what you're looking for?

-I... I

“Better shut up,” I interrupt her, feeling how everything inside is raging and rushing out, “You are...