“If you ever hear me saying no to pizza, take me to the hospital. I will probably be dying.”
I laugh at her comment. “Pizza it is.”
Sophia goes off to collect the pizza box and takes it to the kitchen. She takes a few slices, places them on two separate plates, and puts one in the microwave to warm it up.
“What do you want to drink? I have water, and water.” She looks at me and shrugs. “I haven’t had time to go grocery shopping.”
“Water is fine.” She fills two cups and places them on the table. When the microwave beeps, she puts the other plate in. I should ask her about being my date for Elena and Andrei’s wedding. The wedding is in a week. I find it insane that they’re rushing, but it makes the most sense. She isn’t showing yet, and we don’t want Marcos to get a whiff about anything. Once Elena gets married, Marcos and I are going to have a conversation regarding the stunt he pulled the other day. I will crush him piece by piece.
Sophia sits down and hands me my plate. This is the best time to ask. We'll be distracted later.
“milaya?”
“Yes, Maxim?”
Ignoring the annoyance I feel at her not calling me Max, I tell her, “Don’t make plans for Saturday the 28th. You’ll be accompanying me as my date to Elena and Andrei's wedding.” She rolls her eyes.
“Would it kill you to ask?”
“I don’t ask for things, Sophia,” I say in between bites. I look down at the pizza, suddenly ravenous for something different—her sweet cunt.
“My answer will be no until you ask me.”
“Oh, really?” I lean forward on the table, and she mimics my movement.
Raising an eyebrow, she says, “Really.”
“We’ll have to see about that.”
She smiles at me. “Yes, we will.” Then she picks up the dishes and places them in the sink, officially tabling the conversation.