BORIS
Shit. Talia's mouth is hanging open in surprise. I wonder if she thinks I'm being inappropriate.
"I hope I have not offended you," I say quickly, trying to smooth things over. "I don't cook, and I just moved here. I thought maybe we could eat and talk because I skipped lunch today, and I don't really know the city yet...I feel kind of dumb eating by myself."
I must sound like such an idiot, babbling on like this to her. Govnyuk.
Talia blinks and then says, "I'm not at all offended, Boris. I'm also new to Las Vegas. I haven't figured out the single-appropriate restaurants yet, either."
"Oh, yes. Good."
She checks her watch and says, "I have a few calls to make, but if you come back at seven, we can walk somewhere nearby. Bring your statements."