[ After he leaves the bench, Wanda doesn't stay in the park. She gathers Davida's shopping and only says a short hello to their friends before she returns to their building, giving the older woman her bags and making very little small talk. The one thing she likes about Davida is how she's no-nonsense. She's efficient, even if she comes off as antisocial. She knows what she wants and she sees to it that she gets it, even if it's simply going to the supermarket or seeing her niece several blocks away.
Perhaps she should've stayed at the park and enjoyed herself. She doesn't mind Jelka, even if she sometimes wishes the other girl wouldn't manipulate the conversation to speak of Pietro. Maybe she should've stayed and proved to herself and Pietro that she doesn't need him by her side to be able to fit in with some of their friends. But as she hesitates in the hallway, Wanda doesn't turn on her foot to return to the park. She's had enough pretending for the day.
When Wanda's in their apartment, she's unsurprised not to find Pietro there. He said he'd be busy, after all, and Zrinka was doing her a favour by keeping him out of her hair. Perhaps she'd have the entire apartment to herself for the night. A rarity—and sometimes something Wanda greatly enjoyed. She undresses and slips out of the plaid pants, finding it useless to stay in them. She swaps them for her plaid pyjama shorts from the morning and searches the apartment for sturdy rope or wires to hang her suncatcher up in front of the window. And when that task is done, she sits cross-legged on the couch and turns on Just Shoot Me! for a change in a fictional universe.
She doesn't turn her head when he enters the apartment and she doesn't lower the volume of the television, either. ]
How is Zrinka?
[ She's proud that her voice holds no malice. It's not Zrinka's fault Pietro likes her. ]
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Perhaps she should've stayed at the park and enjoyed herself. She doesn't mind Jelka, even if she sometimes wishes the other girl wouldn't manipulate the conversation to speak of Pietro. Maybe she should've stayed and proved to herself and Pietro that she doesn't need him by her side to be able to fit in with some of their friends. But as she hesitates in the hallway, Wanda doesn't turn on her foot to return to the park. She's had enough pretending for the day.
When Wanda's in their apartment, she's unsurprised not to find Pietro there. He said he'd be busy, after all, and Zrinka was doing her a favour by keeping him out of her hair. Perhaps she'd have the entire apartment to herself for the night. A rarity—and sometimes something Wanda greatly enjoyed. She undresses and slips out of the plaid pants, finding it useless to stay in them. She swaps them for her plaid pyjama shorts from the morning and searches the apartment for sturdy rope or wires to hang her suncatcher up in front of the window. And when that task is done, she sits cross-legged on the couch and turns on Just Shoot Me! for a change in a fictional universe.
She doesn't turn her head when he enters the apartment and she doesn't lower the volume of the television, either. ]
How is Zrinka?
[ She's proud that her voice holds no malice. It's not Zrinka's fault Pietro likes her. ]