The doctors cleared Miru to leave the room and walk around, and Sasha offered to take Miru to the cafe.

“Ok,” Said Miru uncertainly. He didn't have any of his own clothes to wear so the nurse brought him some weird hospital clothes they give people that have to stay a long time. As Miru walked down the hospital hallway he walked very close to Sasha, looking at every passerby as a potential threat.

“Miru,” Said Sasha suddenly, “you always call me Mr. Slava. You know you can call me my first name, right?”

Miru hesitated.

“Okay. What is your name?”

Sasha was surprise to realize Miru didn’t even know.

“My name is Sasha.” He said a bit embarrassedly. “I know, it’s a girls name too, but I’m from Russia-“

“I know. I like your name...” Miru smiled. “Did you live in Russia?” He asked curiously.

“Yeah, until I was 12.”

“Was it nice?” Miru walked so close to Sasha they were touching.

“It was pretty there. Cold though.” Sasha recalled.

“I-I like your accent...” Miru seemed shy.

“Oh, thanks.” Sasha blushed as he looked at Miru. They reached the cafe and walked towards the counter. The cashier was a man, and Miru held back.

“What do you want to eat?” Asked Sasha, “you can wait here and I’ll order.”

“Oh, I don’t mind. I haven’t eaten anything but cheap fast food for seven years...what’s nutritional?”

“I’ll get you a good soup.” Suggested Sasha, heading to the counter. He ordered them both a chicken noodle soup with bread and small salad.

Miru ate hungrily, and didn’t talk much. Sasha watched him and felt guilty. Miru deserved to know Sasha liked him. But it wasn’t a good time to tell him.