PLOMBIÈRES KOROVKA IZ KORENOVKA 

"Ohh Mikhail, you are here apparently."

He saw what I was doing. I'm sure he's halfway aware that my eyes are red like they've been crying.

"What's wrong with you?" He sat across from me, examining my face.

"I? Hmm, I don't want to talk about it." I spooned the first bite of chocolate cake that I had cut into irregular shapes, just like my ice cream that had melted at the bottom of the glass.

He paused for a moment and thought.

"You met Aiyana?" 

My feeding stopped. Now I feel like the only person who doesn't know it. Perhaps this one Committee already knew Aiyana and Clayton were a couple.

"Why didn't you tell me yesterday?" I leaned my chin to see it.

"I'm not in the right position for Clayton to tell you himself. If you finally figure it out yourself it'll be easier won't it?" He started to feed his food.

I was silent again and pensive.

It's easier this way, instead of embarrassing myself again.