Sweet Tooth (c)

[Pasha]

Pasha was fuming! He was on his way out of the lodging house to see Annabelle when he instead found himself in the middle of a heated argument with his sister. Who did she think she was, meeting men without him being present? It was enough to make his blood boil!

He huffed and puffed as he walked down the sidewalk towards Annabelle's, but the smell of fresh baked pastries soon caught his attention. He followed the smell to a nearby bakery and walked inside. Maybe a snack will help, he thought to himself as he walked up to the counter to order. He decided to pick up a little something for Annabelle while he was in there, too. If he remembered correctly, girls loved surprises. Especially sweet ones.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle had managed to get her dinner date, a 35 balding factory owner, to cut the date shorter than usual. He was so old, but rich, and was boring the crap out of her. He came from old money, which her father especially loved, but Annabelle wasn't even trying anymore.

Because there's no older money than royal money. And Annabelle was determined to snatch herself that prince.

When she returned home, she had mild disagreement with her father. She was getting older and needed to chose a suitor. Little did her father know that she may have already chosen, and he was the most impressive of them all. She waited for Pasha in her bedroom, the radio playing.

[Pasha]

Pasha paid for the pastries and continued on his way to Annabelle's. He arrived a few minutes later and, carefully balancing the cake in one hand, he used his free hand to fish the key Anna had given him out of his pocket. He put the key in the lock and turned it slowly, opening the door. "Hello, Princess," he announced with a grin.

[Annabelle]

"Hey you." annabelle stood up to greet him. "What's that you got there?"

[Pasha]

"Oh, just some little cakes," Pasha told her with a grin. He reached into the bag and pulled out a delicately decorated cupcake with pink frosting on the top. "I hope you like it."

[Annabelle]

Annabelle grinned, and took the cupcake. "Oh its just delightful, Pasha! thank you." It really was a sweet gesture.

[Pasha]

"Do you like it?" Pasha asked with a grin. He knew she would like it! He reached into the bag and pulled out a muffin for himself and took a bite. "I thought you might enjoy it."

[Annabelle]

Annabelle took a giant bite. "Mmmm!" She took a seat on her bed, eating away. She wondered where he got it from. "How was your week? You aren't really working in a factory, are you?"

[Pasha]

"I really am working in a factory," Pasha told her after he sat down next to her on the edge of her bed. "My week was good. Almost." He shrugged and quietly took a bite of his muffin. "Sister problems."

[Annabelle]

"Your sister is here too?" Annabelle gasped. "She must be miserable living in filth! I must meet with her and arrange for a room. A woman like her should not be living in a...a..boarding house!"

[Pasha]

"She is living under my care, yes," Pasha informed Annabelle casually. He took a final bite of his muffin, finishing it off. "I tell her to stay in the house, because it is safe, yet she has disobeyed. She is going out and meeting men that are unsuitable for her." He let out a sigh and looked over at Annabelle, a sympathetic look on his face.

[Annabelle]

"The filth of New York streets have gotten to her! Why did your father banish her too? That does not make any sense to me..." Annabelle reflected, pondering hard on why a Russian Princess would be running around New York.

[Pasha]

Pasha shrugged. He hadn't thought that far ahead to come up with a proper excuse. "I do not know," he answered. "But she is getting too used to the living conditions here. She will never find a proper Russian husband now."

[Annabelle]

Annabelle stared down at her cupcake. "Does that mean you have to find yourself a proper Russian wife?"

[Pasha]

"Me?" Pasha asked with a laugh. "Nyet. I do not have the same rules that she does. I am the heir. I just need a girl of good breeding, like yourself."