"Thank you," Piotr said as he sat next to the Hershey's Kiss. "I have not been to sleep yet." This was Pete's 'fourth meal' as the advertisers at Taco Bell would say. It had been a long day for the Russian.
He gave Minka a sympathetic smile; he didn't like what he heard. Her normally chipper voice was muted by her cold. "Is there anything I can get you?" He asked half-heartedly, Pete knew if she wanted or needed anything she would most likely get it herself. She did everything so fast - she didn't like waiting for other people.
His hand fell on top of the blanket and found her foot nestled in the fabric. He gave it a gentle squeeze and flicked his thumb along the bottom.