Work to be done[Invite]

Grease stained tanned skin left from residual muck on Tanya’s gloves. Sasha didn’t need question if they were dirty, having already guessed and now proven correct. So when Tanya tried shaking hands Sasha’s right pinky ring and middle curled, leaving only thumb and pointer erect. Moving in front of her own face Sasha moved her hand back and forth to gather attention to her hand, not wagging hand no nor shaking her head; She didn’t say no to the hand shake so what was this odd act?

Phone held in left, using that hand she pointed at Tanya’s glove then towards Sasha’s own hand; Making a taking off a glove gesture. Following Sasha would then extend her right hand and shake Tanya’s hand. Now listening to Tanya she just listened. Nodding and placing her phone into her pocket. Right fingers curled in front of mouth, an intense gaze directed at Tanya’s actions. She wanted to learn, wanted to watch. Of course Sasha would remain outside Tanya’s way. Bending down with knees to chest, keeping feet on ground but not sitting. Even if she knew what was wrong she could not have fixed this, maybe. Her hands had been acting up lately.

Like now, tendons spasmodically pushed together. The cramping caused Sasha’s face to slightly tighten and her chest to sink, however, she’d long grown use to this. All she could do is rub her tendons in her hands.

Much knowledge taken in couldn’t be fully comprehend. Even for Sasha, who dealt in looking at parts and piecing them together, needed time for something like this. Tanya hadn’t spoken over Sasha’s head, information simply needed combing out. Furthermore, once completed, Tanya began working once more on her prized possession. A blinking Sasha was left looking at her moped but more focused on Tanya, whose expression was curious between frown and smile.

Purple eyes changed viewpoints, mind switching gears. Unlike Sasha, Tanya was darker than her. Though Sasha would not mind a tan she easily burned. And there was something else Tanya had too, this was in the chest and bottom area. Eyes closed with Sasha grinding her teeth, but went back to her smirk. She began clapping. One to gather attention. Two for joy. It was a light clap. She pulled out her phone.

“Thank you! I’ll research this.”

“And how much do I owe you?”

Sasha would pay with a card taken from a small wallet in her shorts pocket. However, she would soon find her right wrist cramping up, fingers curling and shaking with her getting down low on the ground but not sitting. Left hand was holding right and eyes shut tight. Her mouth opened as though to make sound but no noise came out. After a minute she stood back up with right arm to chest and hand shaking. Her face was that of pain and began typing quickly with her left hand just as easily as she did with two.

“Nerve spasm. These scars aren’t just for show.”

“This is troubling. Can you call a taxi? I think my left may act up too. This isn’t a emergency nor do I need to be home any time soon nor a do. This happens a lot. Just need to let them rest. ”

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Motorized electric scooter stashed away inside small garage, plugged into wall for charging. Now closing garage door from inside Sasha made way into her home. Clean wooden floors scented faintly of pine from mopping hours beforehand. From floor to ceiling the living room and kitchen was clean, no dishes or pans to wash, no dust. One might think her a neat freak yet Sasha simply enjoyed clean living. Plus she had time before school started for her, if she didn’t choose homeschooling.

There was the matter of Tanya’s card but she could ask about the back’s contents later. For now, Sasha plugged up Her phone and began preparing dinner. Something nice that Tanya could appreciate and different. Preheat oven, and get into something comfortable. Once changed she placed a roast into a pan. Drizzle the honey over the pork, then arrange the rosemary and thyme on top. Scatter butter over the pork, then arrange the onions in the pan around the pork. Yet the final bit was to be added, five sweet tart apples. Honey Glazed Roast Pork With Apples.

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And also a blue cheese quiche.

All prepared for around the time she would arrive.

Well prepared meals demanded alcohol, craving savory mixtures between sweet breads and sour soups, fine steaks masterfully grilled with vegetables. Each entire required different alcoholic beverages yet so too could tea fully bring out Sasha’s dish. The prepared food should have either beer or grapefruit tea, Tanya taking Sasha’s tea option for another day. Glass pitcher drawn from refrigerator was gripped with both hands, one on handle and other supporting bottom. Already heavy, but dangerously so for Sasha’s condition. With hip she closed the door, pausing at the mentioning of her parents. Her face stuck straight and narrow, like an arrow without emotion. Such a question, the answer would be partly why she stayed in Japan. Yet brows hadn’t furrowed nor any change in her step beyond the pause.

Bringing pitcher filled with ice she poured into Tanya’s glass first then her own. Then placed pitcher on the table and sat down across from Tanya. PIcking up her phone she began typing. “Help yourself.” She nodded, reaching arm over, keeping away from food. The food was placed so she could reach across and show Tanya what she was typing without moving her arm over the food. As for the food. Tongs for picking the Apple Roast and a pizza like cutting spatula for the quiche. Before making her own plate Sasha began typing once again.

“My parents passed four years ago.”

“My caretaker is essentially a grandfather. Family friend.”

“He is away for a few days. Business trip. Not sure what he does.”

Conversation over food felt rude, and normally Sasha wouldn’t talk this much. Maybe her parents death anniversary being a few days away had to do with it, but Sasha didn’t wonder why nor faltered since moving here a few days ago. Now making her food she cut meat and began with, sipping on tea followed by apples for mixing flavor.

"Fencing and cooking are my passion."