Smiling, I watch her. She doesn't look back, doesn't acknowledge me again.
For some reason, it makes me laugh. I have no idea what she started to say, but when Katya Khavalov is too emotional to talk, it means there's something there.
Something that gives me hope that my trip back wasn't for a few nights of drinking and French toast. Something that tells me I better know what I want in my life, if I sit down for coffee with her, because things will only escalate from there.
For once, I don't mind adjusting the career path I've carefully laid out, not if she wants to be a part of my world. There's a shit load of questions to answer before it's a possibility.
But I'm willing to consider the option that I might need to make a change to where I'm going in life. Our first meeting gives me a good idea of how this is going to play out. What I'm not sure about: if Katya's figured it out yet or not.