CHARACTERS: Ilya and Anya LOCATION: London, England SETTING: Celebrating (?) their past
It was absolutely freezing in London and a night on the town turned into a night of cold fingers. He was a cold-blooded monster of society, but he still could feel the chill of the bitter wind on his face. It stung and, after becoming too uncomfortable, Ilya treated Anya to dinner. He was not hungry, not for actual food anyhow, he but at least wanted to spoil himself with a glass of wine.
It was late, naturally, and the restaurant was empty. It was a few hours before closing, but the staff seemed incredibly excited to have a famous director and legendary super model occupying their establishment. Ilya would stay here however long he wanted to and maybe he would grab one of the ladies for a drink before leaving. He pulled out a chair for Anya at their private table in a corner and then sat across from her. "My treat, sister."