A Little Treat(Yulia)

Lia knew two things to be true at the moment. She either needed to get her license and a car, or she needed to get a bicycle and learn how to ride that. Either way just walking everywhere was starting to get a little dangerous. It had been an issue for a while, given the snow and all, but that wasn’t what she was worried about. It was simply the fact that drivers seemed to be getting all the more aggressive and distracted nowadays. That, and the fact that she had been honked at by students behind the wheels of their own cars enough that she felt rather silly at this point. She was an adult after all, she should have a suitable form of transportation.

All the same she managed to get to the Churchkey Bar in good time though. She headed inside and found Josh, sliding into the booth across the table. “Hey Josh, how are you?” She looked at the stuff that was out on the table, starting with the dip. “Ooh, what’s that?” she asked him. Then her gaze landed on the proof on the table. “And what’s that? Is that what you are going to be sending out?” Lia felt like she was talking at him a mile a minute and let out a slight laugh. “Feel free to answer all of those questions in good time, but please start with how you are before I come up with a million and a half more.”

Lia took Josh’s invitation to the dip and picked up a chip, scooping some of the dip onto it before carefully taking a bite as not to spill. “Ooh, that’s good.” She needed to start making it out to places like this more often. After all she would like to be able to say that she had more places that she frequented besides work and her house. Maybe this would all provide some inspiration along those lines.

“I can only imagine,” was the only response that she managed to come up with to respond to his changed home life. The concept of parenting was so far away from Lia that she felt like she probably left it in Russia. Maybe it was because she personally found it terrifying and didn’t know how she’d ever manage to do it if placed in that sort of situation. She could probably do alright up until they turned eleven, and then she was lost on it. She didn’t know how to parent teens, heck she wasn’t even parented as a teen.

“Oh, I’m fine, I’m fine. But, no, I’m not going on that particular trip. I’ve gone camping enough to last a life time. I have things to do around the house. I’m painting the porch on the house for a little off the rent. It isn’t about the money as much as the fact that if I leave it to my landlord to do himself then it will never get done. As for the roommate, I am never not looking if that makes any sense. I do really hate that house, but it seems that with school starting the late night music has gotten toned down some.” Thank goodness for those small mercies.