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Climbing out of the cab behind her brothers while Felicija paid the driver, Viktorija found that the surprise certainly did catch her off guard. Before her stood Penelope's Garden, one of the most highly acclaimed restaurants in the city, if not the whole country. This also meant that reservations had to be made months in advance.
"Ah, Felicija," Viktorija began timidly, "How exactly are we to get a table?"
"Like, relax, Tori. Derek and I were going to have dinner here with his parents. Of course, they cancelled. Probably because his mom like totally hates me," the blonde rolled her eyes as she said this last part.
"It's hard to see why," Eduard added.
"You know, if you weren't Tori's brother, I would totally kick your-"
"I think we should go inside now," Viktorija quickly interrupted, Raivis nodding eagerly in agreement.
Once inside, Viktorija took in their surroundings. Ivan had taken her here once, when they used to actually go places together. She noted very little change, though she didn't mind.
"How was your day at work, lielā māsa?" Raivis asked, as he did every time he talked to his sister.
"Um," Viktorija stalled while she tried to think of something noteworthy that wouldn't upset the Latvian boy, "Mr. Jones's brother come last night. Dr. Kirkland seems very nice."
"How nice?" Felicija asked suggestively.
"Nice enough," the Lithuanian replied, blushing.
"What is he a doctor of?" Eduard asked, hoping to keep it PG.
"He just finished an internship over in England. He's going to be a veterinarian at the same animal hospital that Derek works at."
"And you know all of this…how?" the Estonian cocked an eyebrow.
"Well, Mr. Jones tends to get a bit talkative sometimes…" his sister replied, looking down at the table.
"Why does Dr. Kirkland have a different last name than Mr. Jones? I thought their mother's name was Williams," the youngest of the group chimed in curiously.
"You three totally don't have the same last names," Felicija pointed out.
"That's different," the Latvian replied, "Brālis and māsa were…you know…"
The table fell into an awkward silence. The three siblings didn't like to talk about their upbringing very often. Felicija took a sip of her water before breaking the silence.
"Who cares what his last name is? He's single right?"
"Felicija!" Viktorija said sternly, trying not to blush again.
"Well, anyone would be an upgrade from Ivan," the Estonian said.
"Eduard," his sister said, more exasperated. Eduard had never liked the Russian. Neither did Raivis, but his was more rooted in fear than dislike.
"Hey, I like totally have to pee. C'mon Tori," Felicija stood up, dragging her friend along with her.
"Your brother totally needs an attitude adjustment," she said once they were out of earshot, "But, I'm kinda almost sick to say that I totally agree with him on this one. Ivan's a creep."
"He's not a creep," Viktorija protested, "He's just has his quirks."
The two entered the women's empty bathroom.
"Is hitting you a quirk?" the blonde asked, sounding more serious than the other had ever remembered.
"What?" the brunette replied, straining to keep her voice light. It had worked, but too well, her voice cracked and she squeaked.
Felicija looked at her skeptically as the Lithuanian forced a nervous smile. Viktorija gasped as her elbow was suddenly in the other's grasp. The blonde shoved the sleeve back and presented the bruises already familiar to the brunette.
"I don't think Alfred would have done this."
"How long have you known?" Viktorija's voice was just above a whisper.
"Long enough," Felicija replied shortly, "Listen, Tori, you have to leave this guy be. I hate having to see you like this."
"It's only a few bruises, I-"
"Viktorija Laurinaté, you're going to promise me that you'll never go back to him," the Pole took hold of her friend's shoulder.
The other looked down at the tiled floor. She never wanted this to happen. Ivan wasn't supposed to treat her like this, no one was ever supposed to find out.
"Viktorija, promise me."
"Okay," she choked back a sob, "I promise."
The brunette was pulled into a hug by the blonde.
"You better. I'm totally staying over tonight, by the way."
The Lithuanian let out a noise that was half way between a sob and a giggle. "You're the one telling Eduard."
After the pair had effectively calmed each other down, they went back to the table. On the way, Viktorija managed to run straight into someone rushing for the door.
"Oh, dovanokite."
"Pardon me, Miss," the blonde man apologized simultaneously, in an English accent.
They both seemed to gain recognition at the same time, as they both tried speaking at the same time.
"Miss Laurinaté-"
"Hello, Dr. Kirkland-"
Both smiled and blushed at the awkward exchange.
"Well, Tori, who's your friend?" Felicija asked, nudging her with an elbow.
"Oh, Dr. Kirkland, this is my close friend, Felicija Lukasiewicz," the brunette introduced, "Felicija, this is Dr. Kirkland."
"Arthur will do just fine. Lovely to meet you, Miss Lukasiewicz."
"Right back atcha, doctor," the blonde woman said, "I've heard loads about you."
"Really?"
"Iggy, wait up!" someone, who sounded very familiar as well, shouted across the dining room.
"I'm awfully sorry ladies, but I must dash," the Englishman said, turning and hurrying out of the restaurant.
"Improvement," the Pole whispered to Viktorija.
She started to blush before elbowing the blonde playfully and mumbling "shut up."
Translations
Māsa {Latvian}- sister
Lielā māsa {Latvian}- big sister
Brālis {Latvian}- brother
Dovanokite {Lithuanian}- Excuse me
Welp, there be chapter 4! I hope everyone enjoyed this. I was...concerned about that one part. IDK. Anywho, thank you for reading, reviewing, favoriting, following, etc. See a good majority of you next time(hopefully...)!