“And that is vy am I here, things in Bulgaria vere getting out of control and I vanted a little peace for me and my family.” Viktor explained.
He shook his head as answer to her question because he had just placed a vinegar soaked chip into his mouth. “No, I am just vorking at the museum surprising random fans who come in.”
Hestia’s description of her job was expected since Viktor didn’t think that anyone who had a true heart of a healer would think anything else. “Vell, if I am ever injured I vill certainly ask for you.” It would be win, win for him, beautiful woman who clearly cared about her job. “Can’t I get you something to drink?”