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Svetlana Vetrova was no stranger to being arm candy. Plenty of people found her attractive, she could walk out of a bar with a dozen numbers. Yet what always sweetened the deal if her date was both attractive and has deep pockets. And Yuna Hollander meet both of these.
"I'd really like to try out that new restaurant on White Ave. It's just…" she trails off, biting her lips and looking up through her eye lashes at Yuna.
Yuna hums placing her mug on the table. They were in a little café—classy and cute—not somewhere Svetlana normally spent her Saturday. "We could go together, and I could pay," she says.
"Really?" Svetlana says, trying for wide eyed naivety. "I don't want to waste your money. You're already paying for this."
"It's fine. After David made some good investments, and after he—" she cut herself off, voice turning thick.
Svetlana presses more firmly into her side, tilting her chin up to gaze at her face. As far as Svetlana could tell, Yuna was deeply in love with her late husband and was devastated by his passing five years ago. "If you want to talk about him, I'm here."
Yuna sighs, bringing her arm over Svetlana's shoulders. "That's kind of you." She talks another sip of her tea. "Would you like to go Thursday? We could go to Blu's after."
Her eyes light up at the mention of the luxury goods store. "That sounds wonderfull."
Svetlana had really hit jackpot.