"Miss Yuliya."
"Ah, yes?"
"I'm sorry, but I need to go. I have an appointment at eight-thirty. I'll walk you to the station after this meal."
"...."
Yuliya's fork paused. The lively glimmer in her eyes dimmed for a moment, replaced by something that made Julius momentarily consider whether he should have phrased it differently.
But she nodded, setting her fork down.
"I… see." Her smile was small but sincere. "Of course. You must have your responsibilities."
Julius pushed his empty plate aside. "I appreciate the meal. And the date."
Her fingers brushed nervously against one another. "I'm glad you did. Really."
Silence settled between them for a breath before Yuliya spoke again.
"Then… after we finish, please take me there. I'd like that."
* * *
Dropping Yuliya off at the station, Julius made sure she boarded through the VIP entrance. It was only right she take the priority line after such a long day.
"Dimitri, it was a lovely day."
