[ the relief is palpable when she responds in kerch, and he shrugs a bit, accepting her laugh at his expense. his shu is truly terrible. he thinks he can manage a "where is the kerch embassy?" -- the necessary phrases one needs in a foreign country, of course. ]

Passable, hardly. [ with a chuckle, taking a sip of his drink. there might be a slight tinge of blush along his cheeks. pretty little head. something about her drew him in closer, to make the conversation a bit more private. hard to do, in a loud bar, but he does his best. ] It's perfect.

[ at her question, though, he hums to himself and sets down his drink on the bar. ]

Holiday, I think. [ is a midlife crisis at the age of twenty-eight a holiday? it is now. ] I've decided traveling for a few months rather than jumping directly into the practice of law was better for me, so ... here I am, in your excellent company.

[ he pauses, there, and offers her a warm smile and a slight wave of his hand, in greeting. ]

Tomassen. You are?