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Maybe this did go beyond being persistent. Maybe it was staring to border on obsessive. Maybe. Or maybe Sergei just didn't know what was good for him! She was most certainly the expect on what was---except not really. She just really wanted to be his friend and was ignoring all the 'no's. The 'no's just made her want to try harder. Nadia's constant encouragement really didn't help either.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and Olga was coming from a nearby grocery store laden down with some bags of food. She wasn't making a beeline for her apartment though, no. She was making a beeline for Sergei's---well, his gate anyways. She had opened up more writing commissions (cough the kinds that wracked in the money fast cough smut cough), and had successfully managed to fund another small splurge at the grocery store. She had gotten the stuff for this coffee roast beef he told her about---and she wanted him to show her.

Olga stopped before the panel with the buzzers for the different apartments, and with reached up with a bag loaded arm to push the one for Sergei's.

Olga wondered if Sergei knew how to use his intercom thing. Or maybe he just like stepped out to see her bright and shining face. Haaaaaaaa.

She grinned, shuffling away from the buzzer to instead press up to the gate, pressing her face between too bars so that she could see him better. Her plastic bags rustled from the movement. "Hi Sergei!" She greeted cheerfully like he hadn't just told her to 'go home'. "Are you busy?" She didn't wait too long to let him get a word in to answer that question. "I bought the stuff to make coffee roast beef---could you show me today? We could have it for dinner later!"

Because he didn't outright say no when she asked about it.

Not that the no would have stopped her anyways.

"Are you doing homework? This would be a nice break, yeah? And when it's cooking, you can go back to doing your homework! I have stuff to do too, so it can be like a homework party!" Oh gosh. There was his cute dog again. The one she really wanted to pet.

"Please?" She tilted her head a bit, smooshing her cheek against the bar. "I bought all this stuff for it today! If it's not used for your coffee roast well...uh...then I'm not sure what to do with all of it!"

Nooo---there went the dog.

Olga's eyes widened briefly as she started a bit, less at the angry resignation and more at the fact that she had a confirmation so soon. Hard work and dedication did pay off (and meddlesome sister besties making angry phone calls, unbeknownst to her). She backed away from the gate as it opened, and couldn't help the elated and dopey grin she gave him before uttering a somewhat bashful, "Thank you!" She scuttled in, closing the gate behind her with a bounce of her hip, and followed after him as he stomped to his apartment, smiling like a fool.

At some point she had taken off her shoes and left them by the door, and also looked around briefly for Noel before making it to the kitchen. She slid off her flannel, watching with a bit of a grimace as Sergei shifted through the groceries and deemed some unfit. Aww. But on the bright side....she'd use all of them for something else later! Olga tied her flannel around her waist, and then was handed her tools.

"Okay!" She chirped, setting the items down on the counter and taking to cutting up the ingredients first. Despite the fact she mostly lived off microwavable and cafeteria food since she got to Destiny City, she did know how to prep and cook. Her mom had taught her well, and it was with a sure ease she started chopping up stuff.

There was a bit of a pressure---and not so much that Sergei was hovering with his hawk eyes (complete with the hawk sound effects in her head every time his brows knitted a bit deeper), but because she wanted to impress him.

A long shot. Yeah. But still.

"Okay!" She did just that, and once the coffee was prepped as well, it followed the other ingredients into the pot. "Does your mom make this a lot?" She asked, while she poured in the coffee, her head tilting in his direction as she inquired, but eyes still on what she was doing.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight and her shoulders hunched briefly at the sudden and sharp yell. Then her cheeks turned a bit red because his hands had been on hers. "O-oh. Um. Got it! I got it..." Olga did as instructed now, moving very slowly and dispersing around every corner of that pot.

"Like?" She prompted, not accepting that as an answer.

Olga made a mental note to look that up later. She nodded her head. "Do you visit a lot? Uh---Russia, that is."

She stepped back when prompted, setting down the coffee she had been dispersing, and watched it go into the oven. There was no fighting the glee and the wide smile that took over when he said it would take two hours to bake. Her wide smile turned fox eyed as she looked back at him.

Two solid hours with Sergei. Just being in his presence. Then she'd get to eat dinner with him.

Be still, her heart.

"I saw you had your laptop out---what were you working on?"