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Olga's arms were loosely folded about her knees as she lightly swayed back and forth on the side of the wide steps leading up to the DC police department. She beamed and waved to any officers who passed that she recognized, having grown familiar to them (and them to her), through her repeated presence here. She ended up waiting for Sergei to get off work rather frequently. It was kind of weird to not be waiting for him around the DC campus anymore, but this change wasn't too hard to adjust to, either.

Hmmm...

Maybe she should get up soon, and stand.

She had this...really weird feeling that Sergei was looking hard for any excuse of her offending any law. It was really weird. The last thing she wanted to do was to be charged with loitering but...all the other officers didn't seem to mind!?

Olga yelped, immediately shot up and whirled around, eyes wide. The timing was just too eerie. Her hands were held up in an 'I am not doing anything, officer' gesture, and when it seemed like he wasn't immediately about to cart her off to sit in a cell again, she visibly relaxed.

'Sit in a cell'.

What Sergei didn't know at this point, apparently, was that she had gotten pretty chummy with the officers who were usually on duty when he 'brought her in'. She'd sit in a cell for about five minutes, they'd let her go, and they'd both pretend like she'd been there how as long as she had 'needed' to be. Olga took it in stride. Something about the whole thing was...kinda funny.

She thought...

She beamed at him. "Hi!" A hand waved. "I know you're off soon, and when you are, I wanted to go to Waffle House with you!" Her beam turned into a grin. "Please?"

Olga still beamed at him.

"Cracker Barrel?"

She paused for a moment. "Pleeeeeease?"

"Because I haven't seen you in a while and I'm hungry!"

Olga pumped a fist into the air as she exclaimed this, and then waved and beamed to another officer she was familiar with. She turned her attention back to Sergei, and clasped her hands together under her chin. "Because we're friends?"

Another pause.

"IHOP?"

Just be real Sergei everything hurt with Olga

Olga wasn't phased in the slightest by his clipped tone. After all, when you spent spent as much time with him as she did, it was just the way he is. Temperament and all...(and she still had a raging crush on him). She let out a cheer as he agreed (and didn't he know better that by continually caving in he was just reinforcing that he'd always do what she asked after a bit of prodding?). She waited outside patiently, but lamented the loss of the uniform. It was very sexy.

Sergei's return was greeted with a fox eyed grin, as Olga held up four fingers to him. "One, when I spend four days out of the week with you for well over six months, we're friends. Two, your mom approves of me and acknowledges our friendship, we're friends. Three, you agreed at some point that we're friends---and four! If not IHOP, where are we going? You pick!"

Sergei must have been really oblivious because she wasn't subtle about it at all

Olga grinned at him. "It's only partly because of Nadia! Um, Sergei, if your mom didn't like someone, I don't doubt she'd let them know---" Plus, you know, Olga felt pretty special because Mama Vetrov took her aside and made her promise to keep at it with being friends with him.

...Maybe she'd keep that to herself, like she had been. Yeah.

Olga kind of stared off for a moment as she thought about it, and once she snapped back to, Sergei was strolling off. She let out a bit of a yelp, and scurried after him, falling into step with him once she caught up. Secretly, she lamented the loss of breakfast foods, but hey, she wouldn't complain. She was going to eat out with Sergei. "You don't---" Olga made some air quotes at him, " 'remember' " ---end air quotes--- "A lot of things you happen to say to me that are actually kind of nice and contradict a lot of other things you day." Her grin at him turned foxed eyed.

"How was work today, huh?"

Olga snorted. "No you don't." She replied, letting out a soft wheezing laugh. She'd believe that when pigs (that weren't youma) were flying. She was pretty sure if she asked him for a list of her faults from since they first met he'd be able to produce one in exquisite detail. "You just forget things when it's convenient for you."

At that other reply, Olga frowned a bit, her brows knitting. "Okay...but...what did you do? Every day is different, yeah?" And wasn't this like...his dream job? His career? Didn't he thrive on justice? So wasn't it supposed to be utterly satisfying?

The fact he even bothered to hold the door open for barely a second made Olga's night.

She beamed as she approached the counter after the man, and made her order with a few more words than him, of course. Olga turned to him, tilting her head as she moved off to the side as they waited for their orders to be finished. "That's exactly the point of asking, silly! Exactly because I wasn't there, and we're friiiiends, yeah? I want to know what you're doing and how you're doing!" She had the actual decency to drop her voice a bit as she spoke about magical business. "And we haven't been able to patrol nearly as much together since you started working so...I miss you? Need more of an update?"