Relief swept over her when Luther said he'd like to do something with her again. She had been terrified - irrationally so - that he might say no to her. Lifting her face, she gave him a bashful smile. After taking the sheet of paper and sliding it into her purse, Katya scribbled her number down with a quick and efficient hand. She handed both pencil and pad back to him. "Tonight, it was very nice. I am glad to be seeing American movies." Should she say it was good to go with him? No, that was just too much.
Katya hesitated a moment longer at her door, feeling like she should say something else. But what else was there to say? She was about to speak when Babushka yowled loudly from the other side of her door. Embarrassed, Katya coughed, trying to cover the sound. "My cat, she is not so understanding of me not being there for her. Good night, Inspector," she said giving him one last smile before slipping into her apartment and shutting the door.
She leaned heavily against the inside for a moment, ignoring Babushka who continued to yowl and cry as she twined around Katya's feet. After a few minutes, she kicked off her shoes and hurried into her room to undress and collapse on her bed. She had an early morning.