Natalya was startled by a knock on her door.
"I saw that you just moved in, so I thought that you might like something to eat." A brunette stood outside her door; he was blushing either out of nervousness, or the wind nipped enough at his face for it to turn a pretty pink color.
"Thank you." Natalya answered, and she took the casserole out of his hands.
In all honesty, the Belorussian woman was lonely, so she invited him in.
They struck up a friendship that Natalya didn't mind most of the time.
It did startle her though that two almost three years had passed by so quickly.
"Natalya, will you go out with me?" Toris was nervous; he carefully held out a dozen roses to his female friend, Natalya.
"Yes." She was surprised by his feelings for her that mirrored her own for him; Ivan had never fallen for her, and she had began to think that she was an undesirable and unattractive woman as one of the people that knew her most was pretty much scared of her and the feelings held with in her small frame.
It surprised her that Toris could like her at all - let alone with the intensity that he held with in the flame of his heart for her.