Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Lady ❯ Vol Seven, Chapter Thirty-Seven: British Tea ( Chapter 37 )

British Tea

Shasha got an email from her pen pal in England. They had been talking to each other for over a year. Just last week, she said that she wanted to come to Moscow for a visit.

“What? Are you serious?” Shasha wrote back. Carla, her pen pal, was.

“Yes. I'm taking a gap year and going to Eastern Europe. I figured that I could swing by Russia for a day or two. Is that okay with you?”

At first, Shasha didn't know how to respond. She hadn't thought about meeting her friend in real life. This seemed kind of much. They had been talking to each other for close to a year. Why was she getting surprised now? Shasha got on instant messaging.

“You just passing through for a couple of days?” she wrote. She hadn't expected to get a reply back so quickly. Shasha about jumped when it said, “CandyCarla is typing.” She waited with bated breath. Her heart raced against her chest.

“Yes,” Carla wrote back. Uh… Okay…

Shasha Bomb 828: When?

CandyCarla: Next week. I have midterms. Is that okay with you? If not, I can just go on without any questions.

Shasha paused. Her fingers hovered over the keys. One answer could change everything. Once she gave it, she couldn't turn it back. Was she really going to do this? Were they really going to meet in Moscow.

Shasha Bomb 828: No, that's fine. You can stop by for a visit.

Carla started typing again.

CandyCarla: Cool!

Shasha Bomb 828: What day are you coming?

CandyCarla: Sunday. Next Sunday.

Shasha Bomb 828: Okay then.

The girls plotted out where to meet up, what time, and what they were going to do.

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So here was the day. Shasha waited at the airport. But she wasn't alone. Nikita, Egor, and Stefan just had to come with her. They kept asking her questions.

“Is she cute?” Egor asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Is she hot?” Nikita asked. Shasha rolled her eyes.

“Aren't you married?” she asked. She didn't have to turn around to know that he was grinning from ear to ear. By now, she understood what he was thinking. It was going to be that kind of afternoon, wasn't it? Shasha pulled out her phone and looked at the clock. Only ten in the morning. It didn't feel like it.

“Hey, hey!” Egor said. Shasha dropped her head back and groaned.

“What?” she asked. The girl looked out of the corner of her eye to see him grinning.

“How big are her boobs?” the man asked. It took Shasha's all not to turn around and strangle him. She was used to this by now, but she wanted to make a good impression with her pen pal. Why these idiots had to come along? They volunteered and wouldn't take no for an answer. Shasha threw up her hands and sighed.

“Fine!” she shouted. “You can tag along.” It was better than going to the airport alone.

“Shasha?” a British woman's voice shouted over the crowd. Shasha turned her head. A woman in a black coat dragged a cherry-red suitcase behind her as she flagged down her friend. The men were staring with Shasha.

“Is that her?” Stefan asked.

“I don't know,” the Russian woman said. She walked over to the other woman flagging her down.

“Shasha?” Nikita asked. He and the other men followed her. They got a good look at the woman as she lowered her arm. Her bright blonde hair came down to her shoulders. Shasha got a good look at her bright blue eyes close-up.

“Carla?” Shasha asked. The other woman smiled.

“That's me,” she said. “Are you Shasha? You look so much cuter in person.” Shasha's face turned red.

“Uh… thank you?” she asked. Carla giggled.

“You really are cute,” she said. Nikita and his friends crowded behind Shasha.

“Is this her?” he asked. “Damn! She really is hot!” Shasha sucked in a mouthful of air as she tried to keep it together.

“Yes,” she said through gritted teeth. “This is her.” Carla looked over her shoulder with a curious look on her face.

“These your friends?” she asked.

“Yes!” Shasha said aloud. “Don't mind them, though. They can be quite perverted.” Egor and Stefan kept staring at the English woman. Carla nervously chuckled.

“Say! You want to get out of here?” Shasha asked.

“Yeah, yeah!” her pen pal said, nodding.

“Do you have any more luggage or is that it with you?” the Russian woman asked. Carla looked down at her suitcase dragging behind her.

“I have one more suitcase,” she said.

“We can go back and get it!” Nikita said. Shasha quickly nodded.

“Yeah, let's do that,” she said. She and Nikita turned to the luggage carousal pick-up. Carla followed behind with a dreamy look in her eyes.

“Wait up!” Egor shouted. He and Stefan followed behind. Carla came up next to her pen pal and stood beside her with a soft glow on her cheeks. Nikita had a hunch when he caught a glance at how Carla was looking at her new friend. However, he wasn't going to say anything at first. That wasn't his place. Besides, this gave him some new ideas to get off to so he can piss off Mai for sex.

“This is going to be an interesting couple of days,” Nikita muttered to himself.

“What did you say?” Shasha asked, lifting her head with a curious look on her face. The man waved her off.

“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing at all.” He smirked and chuckled to himself as they walked up to the luggage carousal. Carla looked uncomfortable as she grabbed her other suitcase.

From England with Love