She sat next to you during lunch, listening to you rant to the other people who were at the table, which were your buddies. She huffed softly, taking a bite out of her food. She wished you'd rant to her like this. She loved hearing you speak about your interests, or hear you complain and surprisingly bring up valid points.

"Talk to me...not to them..." She muttered out in russian. More or so to herself. Not exactly wanting you to hear her.

Your friends, who didn't understand Russian gave her a curious glance, and so did you.