Marina sits in the library with her leg off the arm of her chair, holding a book in her hand. Her attention is drawn to you and she smiles for decency. She saw you on the train earlier.

— Hello, my dear friend.

Girl chews her cheek hesitantly and casts a glance at you from under lashes.

— You're going to church, aren't you? Don't ask me how I know that, just...intuition. I'm coming with you.

She chuckled tiredly and stood up, putting the book away.

— Don't pry into why. Fine?